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letra de crash out - syntixo

[intro: juice wrld & g herbo]
start over folk (what?)
i was finna just get up out of here on folks (but- right)
hold on, i had to tweak, we had to tweak
we got black on this motherf-cker
alright, okay, okay, here we go
blackin’ out
you go first
alright
huh
yeah, uh-huh, yeah

[chorus: juice wrld & g herbo]
umm, ride around with that nina, like, cash out (yeah)
and on my wrist is a glasshouse (yeah)
smoking posto ’til i pass out (yeah)
told swerve that we gotta blackout (yeah)
so, b-tch, i’ma black out (yeah)
ayy, herb, should i get that new ferrari or not?
yeah, go ahead, crash-out (skrrt)
they mad, we all the way turnt up (why?)
like f-ck is you roscoe dash now? (yeah)
and the label is mad we taking the money from them
f-ck is you dame dash now? (prolly)
i don’t even got my license, but f-ck it, i’m doing the dash now (yeah)
i’m busy recording, but my shorty h-rny, i walk in the room and her ass out (come here)
[verse 1: g herbo]
ayy, juice, what you say about posto?
put his lil’ dirty ass out
this sh-t like five a bag now
i’m smokin’ zaza ’til i pass out
these broke ass n-ggas so funny, like “haha”
take a look at ’em, i laugh out
i be dripping g-fazos, balenci’ so much i can’t even bring none of the raf out
now, i ain’t ever f-ck no junkie (no)
but i got some top in the crack house (oh)
she goin’ so long i tapped out
did my lil’ thing, then i blacked-out
and i’m in bali right now
but it ain’t none to bring the ‘raq out
we did our thing, went out on a l!ck
we just thought about lil’ rock and then zapped out
billion dollar schemes all mapped out
six ‘lac trucks all blacked-out
we in it to win, we spinning the ben’
my n-gga, this ain’t nothing to act ’bout
jumped in, i couldn’t swim, but i grew a fin
now i rip a f-ck n-gga back out
i’m sober again, but give juice a ten
and he probably bring you some act’ out (ayy, ayy)

[chorus: juice wrld & g herbo]
umm, ride around with that nina, like, cash out (yeah)
and on my wrist is a glasshouse (yeah)
smoking posto ’til i pass out (yeah)
told swerve that we gotta blackout (yeah)
so, b-tch, i’ma black out (yeah)
ayy, herb, should i get that new ferrari or not?
yeah, go ahead, crash-out (skrrt)
they mad, we all the way turnt up (why?)
like, f-ck, is you roscoe dash now? (yeah)
and the label is mad we taking the money from them
f-ck, is you dame dash now? (prolly)
i don’t even got my license, but f-ck it, i’m doing the dash now (yeah)
i’m busy recording, but my shorty h-rny, i walk in the room and her ass out (come here)
[verse 2: juice wrld]
smoking on kd pack (dope)
like a sick dog, they put his ass down (b-tch)
but them n-ggas is p-ssies, they cats now (p-ssies)
they get beat like a thief if they act out (yeah)
turn the studio into a crack house (yeah)
the computer’s the kitchen, the mic is a dish
the coke getting cut in the background (yeah)
i feel like i’m el chapo when it come to music
i got me a couple of plaques now (yeah)
comin’ out the mac, it’s a gun sound (hey)
sittin’ on my wrist, it’s a bust-down (hey)
put .30 in the clip, take a opp to the face
put that price on your head, they’ll be coming your way
while they hunting you down, me and bae on a date, ayy
i got the shrooms with the steak
pockets just like my belly, i already ate, ayy
talkin’ tough ain’t okay, sealed your fate, make a n-gga relocate, ayy
i put the .45 to his face, need everything, he said a-ok, ayy
n-ggas get scared when you up them sticks
used to hit stains, get schwifty like rick
yeah, i’m with the love of my life right now
back in the day, probably bust on your b-tch

- syntixo

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