Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crew , by - GoldLink. Release date: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crew |
| She see money all around me |
| I look like I’m the man |
| But I was down and out like last week |
| Tell me where have you been? |
| You came out of hiding, girl |
| Don’t act like I’m your man |
| You just a fan, you don’t hold rank |
| Don’t hold no rank |
| Bet against a real ass nigga with a sick ass mouth |
| And a slick ass flow |
| Catch-a-bullet-'round-me-nigga and a player when |
| I’m comin' for the kitty, I’m a fool, goddamn |
| Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there |
| Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now |
| Niggas got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills |
| And it wasn’t for the boy right now |
| Goddamn, what a time, what a year |
| Feel what them young boys feel |
| I kill, never been killed, that’s real, no lies |
| You can tell that from our pulse right now |
| Bet you wanna fuck me now |
| Bet you wanna love me down |
| Girl, you can’t tie me down like Ray J said |
| But know I’m down |
| Trigger nigga show me something |
| Shake it like you owe me something |
| Pushin' on the pussy like a button |
| Came four times, fifth time you bustin' |
| Still gettin' rowdy in the function |
| Bitches on my dick like it’s nothing |
| Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin', jumpin', bumpin', jumpin', yeah |
| Hey, nice to meet, I’m like «Jefe, who you be?» |
| Got the beast in Southeast, daughter clappin' to this beat |
| She invite me to her crib, I walk in she seem naive |
| She said «But I live in the hills,"bitch, that’s just the way I sleep |
| Stop that madness, I’m a savage |
| In traffic with Mac 11's |
| Bad bitch and she Spanish |
| I fly her to Calabasas |
| We get nasty, I’m her daddy |
| She know a nigga ain’t average |
| Ain’t nothing wrong with fake asses |
| Bitch, turn around, let’s make magic |
| I’m geekin', uh huh I’m on it |
| Don’t look at me like you want it |
| Tell 'em that we ain’t stuntin' |
| In fourth down we ain’t puntin' it |
| King of District of Columbia |
| Can’t come here without a permit |
| This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas |
| She see money all around me |
| I look like I’m the man |
| But I was down and out like last week |
| Tell me where have you been? |
| You came out of hiding, girl |
| Don’t act like I’m your man |
| You just a fan, you don’t hold rank |
| Don’t hold no rank |