| Aye, aye
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| (?) with those lights man
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| Twenty of them things
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| Bring those racks up
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| I made racks for all them things
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| Yeah ain’t no more Act' man
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| It’s some PTs and bricks, ain’t no more Act'
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| (?) you know (?)
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| You know I want (?) right?
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| Chief So the most anticipated trapper
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| Why you always shittin'? |
| I’m a crapper
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| Fishy ass niggas, ya’ll some crappers
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| Smack the bitch head cause she’s a grabber
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| Chief Sosa the most underrated rapper
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| I’m laughin' to the bank, I’m a laugher
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| Me and Ben had conversations full of laughter
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| You got five million dollars for me then I’m flattered
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| Walked up in the court, I’m reekin'
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| Yeah I’m reekin' now I’m blinging
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| Smell like a pound of skunk, you smell like a pound of peaches
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| I remember trappin', ridin' round in the Regal
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| Now I pull up in that i8, look like some Adidas
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| Stripes on my shit so you know you can’t beat me
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| Fredo in the cut like the sore on my fuckin' knee and
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| Ridin' fast while I’m eatin', my car look like neon
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| You know I got D-Money, I’m flexin' like I’m Deion
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| Your weed stepped on, guess what? |
| My shit peed on
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| I’m hot up in this bitch, someone get some fuckin' Freon
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| For my air conditionin', it feel like I cut the heat on
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| You wake up turn your swags on, I wake up turn my heat on
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| You a lame ass duck nigga, nigga you a peon
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| I’m coolin' at Leon’s my independent kingdom
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| I pulled up to Harold’s, eight piece with some lemon
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| Pepper on my shit, R. Kelly TP3 on
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| Chief So the most anticipated trapper
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| Why you always shittin'? |
| I’m a crapper
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| Fishy ass niggas, ya’ll some crabbers
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| Smack the bitch hand cause she’s a grabber
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| Chief Sosa the most underrated rapper
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| I’m laughin' to the bank, I’m a laugher
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| Me and Ben had conversations full of laughter
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| You got five million dollars for me then I’m flattered
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| Everybody loves Raymond don’t they
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| These hoes’ll eat my babies, won’t they
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| Hundred shots for eighty homies
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| But I’m so well gettin' money
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| Wanna go and get some cheese
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| Hurry up, I’m really hungry
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| Try me we can bill your homies
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| Knock 'em down, rebuild your homies
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| Oh, damn, come
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| Burglary, we steal your homies
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| Oh, damn, whore
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| Potato shit, we peel your homie
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| My homies come and kill your homies
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| I’m paralyzed don’t feel your homie
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| Damn, vroom
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| Pull up then four wheel your homie
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| All these niggas really phony
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| I got bread, I keep it long
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| Slice you like a pizza homie
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| Clear diamonds, VG on me
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| Boy don’t go Luigi on me
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| Don’t get caught what’s in my tummy
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| Hi-Tech what’s in my tummy
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| Bronx tale, nigga you know I keep it sunny, he keeps glo’n
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| Coffee cake, nigga I got fajita on me
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| I’m gone Reese’s Pieces on you
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| Where your heater? |
| Keep it on you
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| Only time you going bald is at the barber shop like Eva’s (?)
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| Chief So the most anticipated trapper
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| Why you always shittin'? |
| I’m a crapper
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| Fishy ass niggas, ya’ll some crappers
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| Smack the bitch head cause she’s a grabber
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| See Sosa the most underrated rapper
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| I’m laughin' to the bank, I’m a laugher
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| Me and Ben had conversations full of laughter
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| You got five million dollars for me then I’m flattered |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crabbers , by - Chief Keef. Song from the album Young N Wild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп