| Oh my fucking God
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| Kushy got a retainer, haha
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| (Damn Trap, that shit slappin')
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| Hah, ayy (Word)
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| I get more ass than a lawn chair
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| I like a bitch with some long hair (Hair)
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| She shakin' that ass and throwin' it fast (Throw it)
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| That makin' me wanna go bone her (I wanna fuck)
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| Sneak dissin', lil' boy, watch your tone there (Huh?)
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| I’m not givin' you shit, I’m no loaner (That's on mama)
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| If you do what I do, you a clone there (Word)
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| Sat down with a nine, young nigga did some long prayer
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| Ride around your block with a corner
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| I might just serve me a corner (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| He a barber, that boy used to comb hair (Huh?)
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| I might walk through your hood just to roam there (Huh? Huh?)
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| If you reach in that glove department, trap phone there
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| Give it to 'em like a donor (Donor)
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| Why beef 'bout a bitch if I really don’t want her?
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| I check them hoes off the list like Nike Air (Woah)
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| Fuck her in your house and spend the night there
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| You caught me, I know you don’t like that shit right there
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| You fought me, that’s how you got that lil' black eye there (Huh?)
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| You diss them Crips or the Nation, you die there (Yeah)
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| Send your location, I fly there (Fly there)
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| Eight-legged freak, send her back in my Spyder (Spyder)
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| Four hoes on me, I’m the shit like a diaper (Diaper)
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| I’m comin' off the dome like a cypher (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Two-tone (Two-tone)
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| Audemar my wrist, I got designer on my 'fit ('Fit)
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| No collision, but nigga, we be callin' hits (Rrah)
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| In the Expedition, we got 'bout 37 sticks (Doon, doon, doon)
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| Heard your ex went missin', I got her fuckin' on the clique
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| No supervision, radar in this bitch (Bitch)
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| No record label, got my A&R in this bitch (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
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| Shoot a nigga in December, that’s a cold hit (Cold hit)
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| All that sneak dissin' got your folks hit (Folks hit)
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| Caught a body, same gun, hit the show with it (Yeah)
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| Do whatever for the money, baby, go get it (Woo)
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| Thousand dollars for a front row ticket (Yes)
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| It’s all fun until your dough come missing
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| Call my niggas, do a door-door kickin' (Kickin')
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| Say you a killer, get your mojo missin' (Missin')
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| Say you a P, better slow your pimpin' (Pimpin')
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| Bitch, I be solo Crippin' (Crip, crip)
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| Nigga, better slow your pimpin'
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| 'Fore your fuckin' folks come missin'
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| Say you killer but your mojo missin'
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| Nigga, you ain’t gettin' no money
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| Take a notepad, nigga, you came with that nigga (Oh)
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| I’ll tell you 'bout these slow ass niggas
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| Say they a shooter but they gun ain’t never on safety
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| Nah, we ain’t even gon' play
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| Nah, we just fuck 'em on the pavement
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| Nah, fuckin' your bitch on the pavement
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| Nah, man
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| Shit is litty in the city, bitch
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| Nigga, weed comin' out in this
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| Boy, why you put that shit in here, boy?
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| Trapomatics made another one
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| Why did you do that? |
| Stupid |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Solo Crippin , by - BlocBoy JB. Song from the album I Am Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп