| I can’t fuck with shawty, no she didn’t tell
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| Trim shit she look like Draya Michele
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| I been goin' crazy givin' them hell
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| She ain’t tryin' to go with me I’ma pay her
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| I crush a lot, baby girl I’ma player
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| Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
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| If we get caught they gon' give me the chair
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| Fuck the law, make them earn what they pay 'em
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| Ain’t no back and forth with no bitches intended
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| Rolls Royce truck, bitch it ain’t rented
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| And they braggin' about bitches I’m probably hit ‘em
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| I’ve flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
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| At this point I’m heartless, I ain’t got no feelings
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| But every building in the hood for my children
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| Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin' groovy
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| With no phone we can make us a movie
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| I ain’t in my bag, I still got my feet out
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| If we want to smoke with y’all, you can be out
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| Free the bros, buy my shit out the kiosk
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| I’m at the VIE with a spot just to creep out
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| Lil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
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| 5% tint on the whip you can’t see out of it
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| Ready to 'Set It Off', Queen Latifah
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| These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be ‘bout
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| I can’t fuck with shawty, no she didn’t tell
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| Trim shit she look like Draya Michele
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| I been goin' crazy givin' them hell
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| She ain’t tryin' to go with me I’ma pay her
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| I crush a lot, baby girl I’ma player
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| Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
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| If we get caught they gon' give me the chair
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| Fuck the law, make them earn what they pay 'em
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| Ain’t no complainin', the money coming in
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| Put it all up, do it all again
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| First you get a mil', then it’s times ten
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| Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
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| Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
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| They got consequences in this life of sin
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| Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
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| When you come home, we gon' all win
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| Goin' in the club and make it thunderstorm
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| This shit reckless, he gon' knock you off with his Rollie on
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| Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin'
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| Only ride with my security because I can’t be armed
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| Can’t get caught with another gun
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| They gon' know me when I’m gone
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| Hear my pain inside my songs
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| It’s like a switch, I cut it off
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| Pills kick in, gettin' in my zone
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| Do my job and sing along
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| I’m never talkin' on them phones
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| Feds gon' try to do us wrong
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| They ain’t got my nigga long
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| Lately I just been alone
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| My cup, my strap, this microphone
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| Nobody know what’s goin' on
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| I’m glad I made it off the road
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| Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
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| Ever since I’ve been rolling dice
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| They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice
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| I’ma give it to them niggas every time
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| I can’t fuck with shawty, no she didn’t tell
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| Trim shit she look like Draya Michele
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| I been goin' crazy givin' them hell
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| She ain’t tryin' to go with me I’ma pay her
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| I crush a lot, baby girl I’ma player
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| Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
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| If we get caught they gon' give me the chair
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| Fuck the law, make them earn what they pay 'em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crush A Lot , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album Street Gossip, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп