Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Krazy, artist - Lil Wayne.
Date of issue: 30.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Krazy |
Tell me somethin' I don’t know |
I’m flexin' on 'em like torsos |
These niggas slippin' like bar soap |
These niggas listenin', use Morse code |
Boy a nigga sippin' like parched throat |
Excuse me |
These niggas talkin' that beef shit |
We’ll check into it like the room cheap |
And all we sell is the greatest feelin' on Earth |
They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork |
Ain’t got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in court |
Live fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes Lord |
My nigga order like twenty bricks, I said five bricks with four chicks |
Ridin' with these guns that’s carpoolin', bought extra clips when I dove in |
Miss Snow white we snowed in, nigga miss me with that hoe shit |
Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with |
Kill everybody you close with, Just don’t stick your nose in |
My bullshit cause I close it like a clothespin |
The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in |
If anyone in that car live, you tell that nigga I owe him |
Yeah, I got my mind right, and my money right, my head on my shoulder |
And my eyesight a lil' blurry but It’s stayin' on my quarter |
And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over |
Nigga you make that bed you lay in that bed |
Or get that bitch made over |
Tunechi |
You so cray, Tunechi |
You so cray, bitch |
I know, I know, I know, I know |
I know, I know, I know, I know |
I know, I know, I know, I know |
They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi |
You so cray, bitch |
Tell me something I don’t know, I’ll tell you something I do know |
Like money drugs bitches guns, niggas call me mucho |
Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in Juco |
We’ll find out your business hours and pop up like new toast |
Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don’t get too close |
To that new nigga with my old hoes-kudos |
For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno |
Getting swole like popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno |
I’m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points |
A.K to your face, knock half off like coupons |
Too cool for school but I sold cool points to school boys |
Tell the cops we don’t name drop that’s like dropping newborns |
Nigga you crazy |
You so cray, Tunechi |
These hoes made |
Nigga tell me somethin' I don’t know |
Like where the fuck did my heart go, and show me something I haven’t seen |
And give me what help Martin sleep, on the same night he had a dream |
And take me to where I’ve never been, but not to where I’ll never be |
And I ain’t never scared but I’m scared of me, me versus me I need a referee |
Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy |
Fuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit clean |
To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine |
These niggas sweeter than Nectarines and Grenadine |
Tell me something I don’t know, like what happened to hard coke |
You can call me Eddy cause I stay ready, my family call me Eduardo |
I’m music to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong note |
My bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes |
You can find me prancing in the finest mansion with the finest dancer with a |
height advantage |
She want cocaine pills and weed, liquor and dick she gotta micro manage |
I’m just eating rappers they go nice in salads with some diced up carrots |
I just like a challenge, psychopathic, so psychopathic |
Nigga give me credit on my balance |
Lil Tunechi |
(And I bump my head when I stand up) |