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letra de crazy story, pt. 1 - dee mula

[intro]
(kj let the beat knock)

[verse]
when it’s war, b-tch, we break out them choppers
you can’t name a n-gga that ran me up in the house
i just iced up my wrist, put some ice ’round my neck
thinkin’ ’bout puttin’ 40k in my mouth (splash)
in my hood, i’m a legend
ain’t no n-gga took sh-t from me, pull up, put sticks on me
i got it on, but it look like i ain’t got sh-t on me
80k stuffed in my jeans, you can’t sh-t on me
i met this n-gga at the store, so he got all the work
i’m tryna see what this n-gga on
say that he got that sh-t at the house, one of my biggest fans
he gon’ call when he get back home
‘fore he walkеd out the store, you know i sent my lil’ ho
told hеr go in there, ask him some questions
tell him his jewelry look good and he look like the plug
and you ain’t never seen n0body with that necklace
she got him open
she just asked him for a hug, when she give him a hug, he grip ass
ask what’s her name?
she tell him, “red, what’s yours?” this lame-ass n-gga named chad
he paid for his bread, his chips, his water
then get him some rubbers and walk out the store
she like, “nice meeting you,” he like, “hold on”
“where you finna go? you look like the g.o.a.t.”
he like, “do you smoke?” she like, “h-ll yeah, i smoke”
“that’s good, we smoke out the ‘bow
if you come to my crib, i can show you some more
different flavors and sh-t, you can pick what you want”
she hop in the car with this n-gga, they gone
i’m trailing his ass the whole time
she shoot me a text like, “this n-gga sweet”
told her stay out her phone ‘fore this n-gga peep
when they turned on the street, i stopped the car
me, leon, and twist hopped out the car
another text came, the door unlocked
she like, “come in quick, he settin’ up shop”
we creep through his house
we don’t even know where he at, this sh-t big as a motherf-cker (d-mn)
had ’bout 50k in the counter by the kitchen
we tucked that quick and kept goin’ with the mission
we get up the stairs, they had the door cracked
this n-gga up there with the b-tch, they kissin’
twist and ‘nem in the other room just ramblin’
i just opened up a door, these n-ggas in there gamblin’
one n-gga upped his gun, so i bust mine
shot the whole room up, you know i flush mine
then i kicked in the door, “chad, where them ‘bows at?”
they was right there behind him
but he held the b-tch hostage (the f-ck?)
[outro]
d-mn
what the f-ck?

- dee mula

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