Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crime Poetry (Outro), artist - Young M.A. Album song Herstory in the Making, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Record label: 3D, m.a
Song language: English
Crime Poetry (Outro) |
Oh, this what we doin'? |
Aight, alright, bet |
I gotta get a little cocky on this one, man |
I gotta get a little bocky on this one, ya heard? |
Uh |
Holy fuckin' moly, I’m a superstar |
I drive super cars |
I fuck the smartest women, I fuck stupid broads |
They know who I is, they know who I are |
Fill this cup up like a battery and now I’m supercharged |
Fill this blunt up, take off like a rocket, I see super stars |
Moon and Mars |
Put a message on a bullet, now they know who my shooters are (Grr) |
Covered up in these tattoos because we can’t remove the scars |
Turn myself into a boss, a CEO, I’m who in charge, uh |
In love with the game, Cupid shot me through the heart, huh |
Had to break up with fame because it broke my mood apart |
Man, I chase them checks so much I nearly tore my shoes apart |
I’m not a rapper, I’m an artist, bitch, do not confuse the art, no |
Just let that sink in |
I’ma let that, I’ma let that sink in |
Uh, uh, uh |
Who do I trust? |
Me, that’s who, I do what I must |
I do what I love |
You do what you lust, I don’t do it for luck |
I do it for bucks |
I do it for blessings, turn my L into lessons |
This is a message |
I don’t hear you haters, must be losin' reception |
I am the plug (Woo) |
My only connect is connect with the money |
Don’t fuck with my money (Woo) |
The chopper will dump, now you jumpin' like bungee |
Was raised in the city, was raised in the country |
They pour up the Henny, they pour up the muddy |
Cut the bitch off, had to get in some cutty |
The prettiest nigga but shit could get ugly |
I got a blue heart but I throw up the Bloody |
The money, the blue, that’s word to Kentucky |
Don’t care about shit |
The liquor, it numb me |
You hate me, you hate me, you love me, you love me |
They leave when it rain, they come when it sunny |
The Grinch in my pocket, that’s why they so grumpy |
She said that I’m cute, but cute is for puppies |
Bitch, I’m a dog |
Just feed me and fuck me, uh |
And roll up a blunt while you rub me |
Put dick in your box, you put food in my tummy (Food in my tummy) |
When we get home, better take off them clothes and no phones, put your hair in |
a scrunchy (Hair in a scrunchy) |
Freak in the sheets but a queen in the streets, got me singin', like, «Isn't she lovely?» |
I hate on niggas bitchin', listen, trigger finger itchn', just call me a junkie |
Woo, uh, uh, uh |
This shit is deeper than rap |
This is above me |
I am the monkey that’s stuck in the middle of misunderstandin' and judgment |
They think that they bringin' me down (No) |
But I’m up to somethin' (I'm up to somethin') |
I’m here and I’m stickin' around (Huh) |
This is not up for discussion, nigga, huh? |
Gimme some head until you get a concussion, yeah |
To me, it’s just normal, to some, it’s disgustin', yeah |
Yeah, throw her ass on the bed when she’s fussin' and cussin', uh |
Like, assume the position, stop makin' assumptions |
Without the support, I am nothin' |
Shout out my producer, I can’t forget the production |
I broke a few hearts, had to do some construction |
I swear it’s so hard to ignore that seduction |
Red dot on the Glock, look like she blushin' |
I’ma just shit on them niggas that thought they were stoppin' my toilet from |
flushin' |