| It go, Run dum dum, This for my niggas selling yayo
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| I said Run dum dum, keep it bussin' every day yo
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| Four Four with the nose leakin', still workin
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| Back up in this bitch like a lab surgeon
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| Fired up, leave a snitch nigga wide if he wired up
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| Yeah, huh, Jaw shut
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| Pool butts
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| Ran to the bread but only got crusts
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| So me grindin' with that iron is a real must
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| And it will bust, trust
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| So hush little boy hush
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| It’s a man’s world
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| You can go and keep it jerkin do your dance girl
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| I’m a cold nigga
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| Street entrepreneur trying to gain figures
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| Huh, plus I heard you was a lame nigga
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| Nah nigga, no need to explain nigga
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| First off see you never did your thing nigga
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| Looked up in the year book and seen you was the same nigga
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| Take you back to as a child
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| Where you was runnin from the same niggas that is bustas now
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| So you drink to sterilize your pain
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| And you never sober, should of been a soldier
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| Up jumps the boogie to the bang bang boogie not another nigga fuckin' with me
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| I go upside your head, leave a mother fucker dead and I dare an eye witness to
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| see
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| I got me something and it do somethin' sweet
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| Acting retarded nigga my cup of tea
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| Bang Pop niggas sling rocks like a sling shot
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| Call my bitch China White, all she do is bang cock
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| Still with the same Glock, like I never heard cops
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| Fuck police tattoo’s
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| 50 niggas serve got
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| Beanie down, Blacked up
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| Every niggas strapped up
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| And we all tryna prove somethin'
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| Move somethin'
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| Fool nothin' all you niggas dead frontin'
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| Be politicking' never beyond dumbin'
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| Straight gunnin'
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| Huh? |
| Yeah, So whats crackalackin'?
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| Look into a nigga eyes you know whats 'bout to happen
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| Back in action, flip the money like gymnastics
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| Wrapped in plastic, Fantastic
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| Yeah
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| Make the soda pop you niggas smell the odor
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| Coca cola, heard it’s cheaper in the Nolia
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| So do the Nolia Clap
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| Where them birds at?
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| Just know I’m here for business though
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| See I serve rats
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| Yeah, make sure nigga heard that
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| Seen as he hit the back his ass getting whacked (BLAT)
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| Yeah, and it’s on to the next one
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| Gone to the next onw
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| Flyer than a Jetson
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| You knowin' Ima get it in
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| Playin with the heat you should have gave it to your niggas then
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| Shots jump, roping out the Glock
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| Smoking like a double dutch
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| Too much |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crazy , by - ScHoolboy Q. Song from the album Setbacks, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп