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letra de crashout - eric reprid

[intro]
uh, uh, aw, yeah
uh, yeah

[chorus]
my buddy a crash out, i’m a lil’ cash cop
if she tryna f-ck, these wh0res gotta ask now
bro, they gon’ spaz out, i’m finna cash out
traded my ex for a whole lotta cash, wow
look at these racks, b-tch, i’m a lil’ rich ch-nk
i just dropped ten bands on my left wrist
f-ck that fake grill, f-ck yo’ necklace
i don’t like hoes in my circle, i’m s-xist
she suck c-ck (gimme that guap)
yeah, that lil’ wh0re know how to get rich
she my wh0re, i want more
she a lil’ creepy-ass b-tch like the blair witch
got a new ass, gon’ make that bo-o-oing
her friend tryna hit, i let her join
got post-nut clarity, the b-tch annoying
i’m flippin’ a wh0re like i’m flippin’ a coin
thе drug got her d-cked, i think it’s a boy
the whorе gettin’ played, i think she a toy
the ch-nk is a p-ssy, he made of some soy
i’m fillin’ her p-ssy [?] fillin’ a void
[post-chorus]
aw, yeah, yeah

[verse]
my rollie be racist, it got a black face
f-ck sippin’ the wock’, i’m sippin’ the ace
i’m sniffin’ the snow, i don’t care if it’s late
i’m skippin’ the school, i don’t care if i’m late
if he try to rob me, i’m uppin’ the bl!ck
shoot at his face, think i’m gettin’ a case
was finna go quick, but then i heard bass
if he try to cross me, i hope he got faith
i don’t care if he [?], he meetin’ the gate
i don’t care if he lame, he needin’ no grace
it took me a minute, but i’m gettin’ paid
i don’t care if you gay, b-tch, my money’s straight
f-ck all of these rappers, they sh-t sound the same
the tape sounded like it was copy and paste
leather is oyster (yeah)
my t–th is [?], so a p-ssy got moisture
i’m tryna loiter (uh)
the bass be punchin’ like [?]
i’m tryna stay high (high)
the roof on the [?], gon’ be real shy
y’all tryna get by me, that’s fine
yeah
[chorus]
my buddy a crash out, i’m a lil’ cash cop
if she tryna f-ck, these wh0res gotta ask now
bro, they gon’ spaz out, i’m finna cash out
traded my ex for a whole lotta cash, wow (huh?)
look at these racks, b-tch, i’m a lil’ rich ch-nk
i just dropped ten bands on my left wrist
f-ck that fake grill, f-ck yo’ necklace
i don’t like hoes in my circle, i’m s-xist
she suck c-ck (gimme that guap)
yeah, that lil’ wh0re know how to get rich
she my wh0re, i want more
she a lil’ creepy-ass b-tch like the blair witch
got a new ass, gon’ make that bo-o-oing
her friend tryna hit, i let her join
got post-nut clarity, the b-tch annoying
i’m flippin’ a wh0re like i’m flippin’ a coin
the drug got her d-cked, i think it’s a boy
the wh0re gettin’ played, i think she a toy
the ch-nk is a p-ssy, he made of some soy
i’m fillin’ her p-ssy [?] fillin’ a void

- eric reprid

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