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letra de wrong crib / beach breeze - vhsswagga

{part 1: wrong crib}

[intro: vhsswagga]
yuh, huh, uh, yuh, uh, huh
mhm, wrong crib, mhm, wrong crib, mhm

[verse 1: lil ruinz & vhsswagga]
we was chilling outside not worrying about a thing
and then i saw man, pull up with a 17
i got up and hit him with a 1, 2, 3
my man dropped stingin’ like a muhf-ckin bee
swagga pulled up, and he hit ‘em with the door
he was crying, and lying there on the floor
calling for his mama
my mans just started drama
i picked up the 17, and it went bop bop
swagga flipped him over, and then he f-cking dropped ‘em
i saw the rest of his guns, so i f-cking copped ‘em
blood gushing from his mouth, the man begged for mercy
i p-ssed in his mouth ‘cause he looked pretty thirsty (shiiiiit)
b-tch, we hopped out the royce ‘cause we saw thirty
you know with thеse glocks ain’t none of them gon’ hurt mе
they tryna’ make scratches and gashes up on our block
but b-tch, i do not care because my boys be back in stock, mmm
our stock boom, but b-tch, this is the wrong crib
i got one, i got two
motherf-ckers in line waitin’ to get cooled
know that the wind blows, but i got blew
like flowers, my b-tch bloom (b-tch)
no azul, this b-tch blue, uh
[verse 2: vhsswagga]
i make rhymes in no time
you cannot call my hotline
i’on’t care if your b-tch cryin’
little b-tch think i got mileage
with no silence
i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll drive ‘round with no d-mn license
my d-ck nine inch
ain’t no pilot
my b-tch, yeah, she been flyin’
that kid cryin’
i found out his brother’s dyin’
so i lent him a hand
only thing i could do was invite ‘em
over, then i saw him reach for his pocket, he pulled out a 9m
i said, “bro, i know you need to get by, i’m also tryin’
the only thing i can do to help out is give some high ends”
he thought about it for a second, and then he started cryin’
he ran off, and i was left there alone with an easy buy-in
that was the last thing i told him before he became a client
he left the first day for free, and on the second, no fee, and then he got his life back together by day number three, uh

{part two: beach breeze}

[bridge: vhsswagga]
hehehe
uh, ye, wah
this sh-t’s gonna go hard, bro
for real?
ah-ha-ha
heh

[verse 3: vhsswagga]
i came from the masses
these b-tches shaking their asses
then they think they’re good at rappin’, but really, they’re good at clappin’
don’t testify homies’ actions
i hit up in all my classes
like i’m a f-cking tennis racket
put oppositions in their caskets
grab your suitcase, ‘cause we packin’
ride around, we not attackin’
right now, we asking
how? throw the line in, cut some slackin’
i be playin’ golf and whackin’
unlike others that be jackin’
motherf-cker, i’ll blow your back in
touch my homie, i’ll catch you lackin’
i never leave without my boy
b-tch catch the envoy
i’m finna wear a crown like leroy
call me ‘fore you enjoy
the feast
that’s why i gave you them keys
so you could drive around and hopefully catch that beach breeze, yuh
[outro: vhsswagga]
(-singing to tune)

- vhsswagga

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