Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song C.R.E.W., artist - Suave-SkiDate of issue: 29.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
C.R.E.W. |
| Me and my crew walk the streets at night |
| Like looking for the right one, baby |
| You better watch your mouth |
| Get carried away and you’ll get carried out |
| It’s the king of Connecticut, looking very Sperry-ed out |
| You just gotta buy the album to find out my whereabouts |
| And you could tie me to a sail but still never air me out |
| Summertime, I let the Beemer out, make 'em scream and shout |
| You the type of ratchet bitches they be making memes about |
| Throw some holy water on 'em, gotta get them demons out |
| Pat these bitches on the back, they’ll spit a little semen out |
| Bang bang, shots fired, but you scared to say my name |
| Suckers trying to block my lane like drink service on a plane |
| Groupies trying to give me brain like The Beatles «Penny Lane» |
| Every lame trying to play me they songs, it’s all the same |
| And it’s funny how these trashy bitches call each other basic |
| Like Medusa with a mirror ‘cause they’re terrified to face it |
| Bitch, go get a face lift. |
| Better yet, go get a spaceship |
| I’ll shoot you to the moon with one boom when the bass hit |
| Bukkake till your face drips, so go ahead and taste it |
| That’s a million children I just wasted, so don’t waste it |
| These white girls is wasted, flaky, Space Cases |
| They dropping N-bombs like they racist |
| All day, while… |
| Me and my crew walk the streets at night |
| Like looking for the right one, baby |
| You and I could be together for all… |
| Me and my crew walk the streets at night |
| Like looking for the right one, baby |
| Rolling downtown, trying to find another bird |
| Watch the whip swerve, observe the suave flow of words |
| Pull up to the curb, curvy made her curtsy in a summer dress |
| Unimpressed, I just want to see shorty come undressed |
| Cumming on her breasts ‘cause I heard that cum on the flesh |
| Is way better than lotion. |
| I’m so cunning and fresh |
| And now that Suave’s on the job, tricks slob on my knob |
| Y’all are frogs on a log trying to swallow pollywogs |
| I’m a problem for blogs, bust globs on a blonde |
| Make her ass jiggle like fat blobs get a job |
| Take some groupies to the movies then to Ruby Tuesdays |
| And make them do me two ways. |
| I’m too blazed |
| I get away like a ghost—that's how it’s supposed to go |
| I see it, I want it, I beat it, I’m running |
| Man I never ever host these hoes |
| I dick 'em, I diss 'em, dismiss 'em, don’t miss 'em |
| Play your position. |
| I’m fixing the system. |
| Bitches don’t listen |
| Tuck in your lip and quit tripping |
| Just strip and get tipped and listen to me ripping this shit |
| The illest to spit. |
| I’ll evict a video vixen out the crib like the rent’s late |
| The anti-Drake, the asshole all your friends hate ‘cause… |
| Me and my crew walk the streets at night |
| Like looking for the right one, baby |
| You and I could be together for all… |
| Me and my crew walk the streets at night |
| Like looking for the right one, baby |
| You and I could be together for all… |