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Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Crazy |
| Mr. East a line it back nigga |
| Aka Mr. Perfect |
| Aka Gucci Sousa |
| Aka the trap god Nicholas go |
| Hallelujah |
| My blood just send me 50, I got first wide a refusal |
| My bitch is my main shooter, I make my bitch go do ya |
| Don’t bring your bitch around my chick, my bitch might Jimmy chew er |
| It’s guap, it ain’t hip-hop, but I bet diamonds bluer |
| Got 3 spots, I got 2 drops and it ain’t no nigga cooler |
| Got 3 reigns, I got 10 chains and I thank on Ricky Ruller |
| Got the young niggas in my straight A cuz that’s a odd maneuver |
| My trap back, I had a flashback when I shot at a intruder |
| In the section full of bad bitches and they all wanna smoke hookas |
| Well I beat the block the way I work the trade |
| Man, you think I’m a producer |
| The sergeant here — Medusa |
| Get dumb, have you nigga tutored |
| I might not by you no Mercedes |
| But I’mma drive your ass crazy |
| That sucker shit, it don’t phase me |
| They way she sucking — so amazing |
| I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy |
| That sucker shit just don’t phase me |
| I’m bout to make a bitch pay me |
| You take good care of nigga, baby |
| I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy |
| White flag, no black car |
| Flat back car off 2 bars |
| With 3 broads, 40 grand in my G stars |
| Pink slip — don’t lease ours |
| Who the fuck you think we are? |
| Retard, kick start this brick squad |
| That candy touch your body parts |
| Trapped out like towed cars |
| Goons have it real like drug lords |
| Got young cars in gold cars |
| My A&R's are dope boy |
| Like the drugs are in a coke war |
| Just whip a nigga with a crowbar |
| Security guards, they trail the use |
| So we pullin up and shoot in both cars |
| Pack a nigga like a pack boy |
| Paint a nigga like Moz-art |
| Save a nigga life as a kingpin |
| Oh I defined his ass in the junkyard |
| Murda shit, I know boy |
| I ain’t really scared of no boy |
| Couple homeboys and lil joy |
| And they all wait me, come home boy |
| Got bricks all on my finger |
| Bricks all in my float boat |
| Ain’t know a nigga pay the low for it |
| But respect me, I can’t go for it |
| All my hoes will fly for it |
| All my niggas would die for it |
| And I can tell a killer when I see one |
| You could say Gucci got a eye for it |
| I might not by you no Mercedes |
| But I’mma drive your ass crazy |
| That sucker shit, it don’t phase me |
| They way she sucking — so amazing |
| I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy |
| That sucker shit just don’t phase me |
| I’m bout to make a bitch pay me |
| You take good care of nigga, baby |
| I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy |