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letra de crash out - fmk mikey

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[intro: xkq & fmk mikey]
wunda
hahahaha
we call each other b-tch all day
aye aye we pourin up red right now
we got the b-tches in the back rollin up
we got twin on the phone twin say wassup
wassup foe
you already know what we on these n-ggas b-tches out here you already know (crash out) (crash out)
aye tell aye tell them when the twin tape droppin (crash out today)
sh-t i don’t know either hahahaha
[hook: xkq]
f-ck the rari i might crash out today
you said that i had your b-tch boy that sh-t so yesterday
f-ck the clout cus you know i’m still getting paid
and i had to stick to rapping cus i seen no other way

[verse 1: xkq]
woah all of my n-ggas on go
we aim at yo head and we bussin fasho
we count up the racks and then count up some mo
when i walk in the place and my ice make it snow
me and my bro finna coup with yo hoe
we slime with the sh-t so we wippin yo nose
walk in the party we letting you know
if you try anything and yo ass hit the floor
yea that’s for real
all of my n-ggas they k!ll
all of my n-ggas they drill
and they did that sh-t off of the pill
i might just f-ck on yo barbie
cus that sh-t of h-ll of a thril
i might just crash out the rari
on my way to deal
keeping my weapon concealed
cus none of these n-ggas is real
i smoke all day so i cannot feel
she say that eel
she said i need to chill
i told b-tch i can’t until i get a mil
[post chorus: xkq]
crash out (crash)
h-lla b-tches with they ass out(you know how we rockin)
broke ass n-gga on his last route(broke ass boy f-ck wrong wit em)
i’m gon smoke on dope till i pass out
oh yea oh yea oh yea oh yea (ahaha)
what he say( ya dig)(ya dig)(ya dig)

[verse 2: fmk mikey]
yea woah you know that we bussin fasho
you talking that sh-t we gon aim at ur nose
ima just hit her sh-t once and as soon as i do baby girl gotta go
spent 100k on some clothes
then i had to go get me rolls
i was driving way too fast i crashed on my way to the show
now i can’t even go to my show
now i can’t even go hit the road
and to just let a f-ck n-gga know
like some tissue i’m ready to blow
talking sh-t and we kicking yo door
gotta rollie its making it snow
balenciaga in my fabrics
i had to go me a patek
we out here wreaking havoc
out causing static
ain’t that sh-t so tragic
we had to let him have it
yea we living lavish and i’m not even braggin
i’m so high in the sky like a dragon
i sit back in my chair i’m relaxing
i’m so sick of the lying and cappin
me and my baby in paris relaxin
yea we chillin
i got a bad b-tch
yea i got a bad b-tch but i don’t need her no i don’t need her
but no i don’t want you
you a big bad b-tch i don’t want you
your a thottie
i’m in the party
of the molly
yea i’m feelin gnarly
ima real rockstar i feel like carti
or maybe uzi
j got a uzi
party everyday my life is like a movie
and i f-cked yo b-tch i nutted on her booty
me and my n-ggas go brazy yea
she suck on my d-ck said it tasty yea
get my double cup feel that sh-t wit lean yea
feel it wit codeine yea
not tryna be mean yea
im in my zone yea
please leave me alone yea
i can’t even hear you
don’t wanna be near you
come get in my bed yea
i need me some head yea
baby give me head yea3x
i said give me some head yea
[outro]
baeee
mikey bae i love you

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