Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Solo Crippin, artist - BlocBoy JB. Album song I Am Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Solo Crippin |
| Oh my fucking God |
| Kushy got a retainer, haha |
| (Damn Trap, that shit slappin') |
| Hah, ayy (Word) |
| I get more ass than a lawn chair |
| I like a bitch with some long hair (Hair) |
| She shakin' that ass and throwin' it fast (Throw it) |
| That makin' me wanna go bone her (I wanna fuck) |
| Sneak dissin', lil' boy, watch your tone there (Huh?) |
| I’m not givin' you shit, I’m no loaner (That's on mama) |
| If you do what I do, you a clone there (Word) |
| Sat down with a nine, young nigga did some long prayer |
| Ride around your block with a corner |
| I might just serve me a corner (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| He a barber, that boy used to comb hair (Huh?) |
| I might walk through your hood just to roam there (Huh? Huh?) |
| If you reach in that glove department, trap phone there |
| Give it to 'em like a donor (Donor) |
| Why beef 'bout a bitch if I really don’t want her? |
| I check them hoes off the list like Nike Air (Woah) |
| Fuck her in your house and spend the night there |
| You caught me, I know you don’t like that shit right there |
| You fought me, that’s how you got that lil' black eye there (Huh?) |
| You diss them Crips or the Nation, you die there (Yeah) |
| Send your location, I fly there (Fly there) |
| Eight-legged freak, send her back in my Spyder (Spyder) |
| Four hoes on me, I’m the shit like a diaper (Diaper) |
| I’m comin' off the dome like a cypher (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Two-tone (Two-tone) |
| Audemar my wrist, I got designer on my 'fit ('Fit) |
| No collision, but nigga, we be callin' hits (Rrah) |
| In the Expedition, we got 'bout 37 sticks (Doon, doon, doon) |
| Heard your ex went missin', I got her fuckin' on the clique |
| No supervision, radar in this bitch (Bitch) |
| No record label, got my A&R in this bitch (Rrah, rrah, rrah) |
| Shoot a nigga in December, that’s a cold hit (Cold hit) |
| All that sneak dissin' got your folks hit (Folks hit) |
| Caught a body, same gun, hit the show with it (Yeah) |
| Do whatever for the money, baby, go get it (Woo) |
| Thousand dollars for a front row ticket (Yes) |
| It’s all fun until your dough come missing |
| Call my niggas, do a door-door kickin' (Kickin') |
| Say you a killer, get your mojo missin' (Missin') |
| Say you a P, better slow your pimpin' (Pimpin') |
| Bitch, I be solo Crippin' (Crip, crip) |
| Nigga, better slow your pimpin' |
| 'Fore your fuckin' folks come missin' |
| Say you killer but your mojo missin' |
| Nigga, you ain’t gettin' no money |
| Take a notepad, nigga, you came with that nigga (Oh) |
| I’ll tell you 'bout these slow ass niggas |
| Say they a shooter but they gun ain’t never on safety |
| Nah, we ain’t even gon' play |
| Nah, we just fuck 'em on the pavement |
| Nah, fuckin' your bitch on the pavement |
| Nah, man |
| Shit is litty in the city, bitch |
| Nigga, weed comin' out in this |
| Boy, why you put that shit in here, boy? |
| Trapomatics made another one |
| Why did you do that? |
| Stupid |