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letra de crashed out - neek bucks & dj hot murda

[intro: dj hot murda & neek bucks]
it’s safe to say the streets raised us
and those blocks shaped us (hill made it)
every dollar was earned while every move was tested
we learned the difference between noise and legacy (buckroll)
we built this sh-t on our own
el barrio 3 (the murderous mixtapes)
yeah

[verse 1: neek bucks]
a lot of pain, but, sh-t, i charge it to the game
so many n-ggas’d be alive if n-ggas only used they brain
i was maintaining my name, on top of that, ain’t change for fame
i wanna go back to the younger days, but sh-t won’t bе the same
yeah, out thеre on the corner, n-gga been dreamin’
brodie never leveled up, he still two for fifteening
he might as well give it up
he still ain’t get no brick yet
i’m fresh from out of town, i’m louis’d down, i need a drip check
i f-cked around and tricked a couple thou’ and f-cked that b-tch, yeah
harlem n-gga, did my own thing, ain’t need no dipset
my other homie slimed my other homie, how i fix that?
no, i ain’t tryna gossip ’bout no n-ggas, i need big racks
no, i ain’t tryna gossip ’bout no n-ggas, i need big racks
just got back, i made a couple bands on the road
how the f-ck i like this b-tch when i know she dance on that pole?
sicced my dogs on my other dog, it’s f-ckin’ with my soul
[chorus: neek bucks, dj hot murda & albee al]
it’s the type of sh-t that make a n-gga crash out
hey, man, i wish that n-gga would’ve never crashed out
how he caught that five to twenty? ’cause he crashed out
b-tch done got the n-gga k!lled ’cause she crashed out
lately i been off the drugs, ain’t tryna crash out
why do n-ggas wait ’til they get rich and crash out?
oh, you did that for a b-tch? boy, you crashed out
probably never see that b-tch again ’cause you crashed out (albee al, let’s go, gladiator)
i’m just tryna tell you n-ggas don’t you never crash out

[verse 2: albee al]
5k on a ‘fit and i ain’t take a pic (yeah)
i’m out here lookin’ like a l!ck, i dare you think i’m this
it’s never gangster if you crashin’ out about a b-tch (it’s never gangster)
i hate rats with a passion, they make me sick (swear to god)
i don’t want it all, man, i just want enough (i just want enough)
tunnel vision on the bag, i’m tryna run it up (run it up)
feds grabbed my bro mag and f-cked our summer up (free the real)
i spot an opp, he gettin’ dropped, that’s how i sum it up (bah-bah)
‘member me and juice slidin’, outside lurkin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
like where the f-ck is waldo? tryna find a person
gotta get up close, gotta be certain (i gotta see him)
if i crash out, it gotta be worth it (it gotta be)

[chorus: neek bucks]
crash out
hey, man, i wish that n-gga would’ve never crashed out
how he caught that five to twenty? ’cause he crashed out
b-tch done got the n-gga k!lled ’cause she crashed out (the murderous mixtapes)
lately i been off the drugs, ain’t tryna crash out
why do n-ggas wait ’til they get rich and crash out?
oh, you did that for a b-tch? boy, you crashed out
probably never see that b-tch again ’cause you crashed out
i’m just tryna tell you n-ggas don’t you never crash out

- neek bucks dj hot murda

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