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letra de crime stoppers - peezy

crime stoppers lyrics
[intro]
(david wesson)

[verse]
send a shot this way and i’ma send a sh-ll
n-ggas ain’t no gangsters, they be sendin’ 12
ninety-day grind like i’m cookie trel
for all my n-ggas lookin’ down from heaven, i’ma give ’em h-ll
took a major loss, but i’m a boss about it
some sh-t done popped off, but i can’t talk about it
a n-gga play with me, we ain’t gon’ talk about it
they gon’ find his body in his hood with some chalk around it
always making plays, got some sh-t in motion
forty for this ap, i did it for the culture
twenty in my cup holder, sittin’ in a rover
sixty for the rose gold presi’ like my n-gga soda
growin’ up was hard for me, i ain’t have much
that’s why i celebrate every time the bag touch
homicide investigatin’ sh-t, don’t ask us
but i’ll still beat a n-gga ass and put the mag up
twenty different chains, n-gga, five watches
got these p-ssy n-ggas callin’ crime stoppers
you ain’t really got no paper, why you lyin’ ’bout it?
n-gga tough as h-ll, caught a case and now he cryin’ ’bout it
gucci, off-white, i got on double drip
got it out the streets, you doin’ double shifts
i get money, you be on some other sh-t
all these blues in my bankroll, i should become a crip
know some pirus, know some bloods too
know some rolling 60 crips, i know the plug too
poppin’ ace of spade, drinkin’ mud too
don’t get this sh-t twisted ’cause i’m crispy, i’m a thug too
thousand-dollar jeans, wear them b-tches once
took a picture in ’em, now them b-tches done
you know what’s goin’ on when i’m in golden sun
she gon’ f-ck me on the first night ’cause i’m the chosen one
i’m in new york city when the ball drop
or i’m on ocean drive in a hard top
used to stay up all night sellin’ hard rocks
they on me everywhere a n-gga go, they worse than mall cops
all that sl!ck talkin’ sh-t gon’ get you called out
if we can’t find you, get your dog dropped
ten thousand all fives, that’s a dog now
far as i’m concerned, i don’t trust ’em, sh-t, they all opps
i don’t trust sh-t but the calculator
when i had my first hundred, you was m-st-rbating
i ain’t new to this, i been havin’ paper
finally got your first ten thousand, boy, congratulations
ain’t a n-gga in this world that i’m scared of
it’s on the floor, then we gon’ see you n-ggas’ heads up
plug just sent the pack, i got the heads-up
when i bought my first hundred grams, it f-cked my head up
feds on the internet, i put the ‘gram up
better not tell the operation, n-gga, man up
thanksgiving turkey bags, ain’t no ham, no
just a bunch of collard greens and some yams, though
for that mac and cheese, we’ll mask up
turn your brains to baked beans when that mag bust
whole chickens in, come and cash one
ain’t n0body at this round table but the fam, though
dumbbells in, got my arm in shape
rose gold ‘dweller, b-tch look like a caramel cake
you ain’t get my q? we got ours to shake
sh-t easy bein’ real, but it’s hard to fake
run off with that bag and get paralyzed
i can get a p-ssy n-gga k!lled with a head nod
i’m in opa-locka with them haitians like i’m red eyes
ghetto boyz, baby, got this rap sh-t in a headlock
[outro]
b-tch, huh
you already know how we carry it on this end, n-gga
no hooks 2, my baby
ayy, dave
let the beat ride out, n-gga

- peezy

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