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letra de crime stoppers - toohda band$

[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
hme, fod, n-gga
(funk or die)
free los, n-gga

[verse 1]
i be feelin’ like the greatest
hood n-gga, made it off the block like i made it (i’m up now)
f-ck a peace treaty, we gon’ hit your block and k it
man, that lil’ sh-t ain’t nothin’, i done spent a dub in vegas (that ain’t nothin’)
free my n-gga los, he’ll dump, real dangerous (free los)
i tell him go and get him, he gon’ leave a n-gga danglin’ (he outta here)
my watch white gold, i ain’t never rock no stainless
reachin’ for my chain, i’ma leave a n-gga brainless
run it up, get the bag, f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
my n-gga pulled up with a pint, i told him pour me up (pour me up)
n-ggas hatе that i’m winnin’, tryna slow me up (haters)
you n-ggas followin’ a b-tch, tryna hold some nuts (d-ck ridеrs)
you n-ggas copy
seen cuz get a hundred bands off of roxys
bad b-tch, i don’t know her name, but she mop me
first time i ever seen a rock was with my auntie (with my auntie)
real trap n-gga, i done made it out the kitchen
how you hatin’ ’cause i’m paid? lil’ n-gga, that’s a sickness
i’ll whack a n-gga, give a f-ck about forgiveness
your b-tch seen it all, whack her too, no witness (she outta here)
[chorus]
you n-ggas crime stoppers
n-ggas stalkin’ on my page, you n-ggas crime watchers
police lurkin’ through the hood, you n-ggas dime droppers
7.62, that’s a mind stopper

[verse 2]
n-gga, get racks, put it up, let that sh-t stack
n-gga disrespect me, no hesi’, push his sh-t back (bah)
how the f-ck he take your chain, he in a sh-tbag? (like what the f-ck?)
i would’ve took that n-gga life with your b-tch ass (you a mark)
let me see you buy a crib with your rich ass
heard them n-ggas want you out the hood with your snitch ass (you tellin’)
i’m a hardbody, i ain’t never threw no white flag
me and poodha servin’ broad day in a white jag’ (free poodha)
man, sh-t crazy
all these false stories, man, this sh-t startin’ to amaze me
lil’ trey fiendin’ with the fifty, goin’ crazy
real hayes member, i been bangin’ since a baby
it ain’t stoppin’, n-gga, what you coppin’?
had to make our own way ’cause we ain’t really have no option
n-gga, this a glock on me, i ain’t finna do no boxing
me and naya crazy, i just love her ’cause we toxic (that’s my baby)
n-gga, where the profit?
all this money in my pocket, i can’t fold it like a wallet
real gutter n-gga to the core, keep it solid
i be high as the f-ck, man, i should’ve been a pilot
man, i put this sh-t together, why the f-ck i need a stylist?
man, don’t even call my phone if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout some dollars
man, they know me up in neimans, you be shoppin’ out of fallas
designer on my feet, it’s mcqueen on the collar
do we got a problem? n-gga, i’ll solve it
you ain’t thinkin’ with your head, i’ma f-ck around and off it
n-gga, i’m a lean junkie, i’ll f-ck around and cough it
i’ma kick it high speed before i ever had to toss it (skrrt)

- toohda band

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