Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crime Poetry (Outro) , by - Young M.A. Song from the album Herstory in the Making, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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' |