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letra de crows/drag racer (like caillou) - lil keed & lil gotit

[intro]
youngboybrown on my kid

[chorus: lil keed]
these diamonds they some and they froze
i rock out these show kind of a loop
these racks on me i count a loot
i bet she touch more than her tools
they know i drip in these clothes
no i don’t cry on a hoe
why are you stalkin me hoe
i’m in a whole another, plu
came in a skat pack, it’s all black
just like a crow
they wait we smokin biscotti
he giving us signs like the poo poo
i take care of my baby my momma
my daddy, god d-mn i take care of the bros
i’m with some bloods they black they crips
they can’t be know that ma crying

[verse 1: lil keed]
answerin your calls
i been in my bag lately
prayin to my wrists
i been doing bad lately
so many hoes on my d-ck
i can’t take a break, i can’t p-ss
thank god everyday
he got me bands and he let me live
dirty money all me like bayou
p-ssy bald head like caillou
they know im dripping on a wholenother new level
i ain’t got real my ties too
yeah i f-cked a hoe so long
so d-mn good, she got a n-gga tattooed
yeah [?]
can’t say sh-t bout me
get backfired, at you
boy say your name back in
but i’m gettin back in
boy i try you
boy you a child, if see your face
boy i slap sh-t at you
i know that they love me
these hundreneds they on me
so i turned the subject
these 20s they taught me
i got a bad bad b-tch
i f-cked that hoe like a bunny
[chorus: lil keed]
these diamonds they some and they froze
i rock out these show kind of a loop
these racks on me i count a loot
i bet she touch more than her tools
they know i drip in these clothes
no i don’t cry on a hoe
why are you stalkin me hoe
i’m in a whole another, plu
came in a skat pack, it’s all black
just like a crow
they wait we smokin biscotti
he giving us signs like the poo poo
i take care of my baby my momma
my daddy, god d-mn i take care of the bros
i’m with some bloods they black they crips
they can’t be know that ma crying

[verse 2: lil gotit]
n-ggas to sweet i’m gone
head pick on my bone
n-gga gon try you (totally dude)
38s shots in the grip
[?]
[?] buy you (headshots)
[?] i’m boolin in cancun (cancun)
came from the south [?]
and racks got longer (got longer)
saint laurent [?]
like d-rose
imma paint my blunt
cut the smoke
you know you gon’pull
watch a n-gga on the [?] (let’s go)
[?]
[?]
n-gga want play i’m make a n-gga fool
[chorus: lil keed]
these diamonds they some and they froze
i rock out these show kind of a loop
these racks on me i count a loot
i bet she touch more than her tools
they know i drip in these clothes
no i don’t cry on a hoe
why are you stalkin me hoe
i’m in a whole another, plu
came in a skat pack, it’s all black
just like the crew
they wait we smokin biscotti
he giving us signs like the poo poo
i take care of my baby my momma
my daddy, god d-mn i take care of the bros
i’m with some bloods they black they crips
they can’t be know that ma crying

- lil keed lil gotit

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