Crooked I - BBBB lyrics

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Still led a thug life

I'm still an outlaw

Me and God cool

While you prayin' on my downfall

Still led a thug life

I'm still an outlaw

Me and God cool

While you prayin' on my downfall

Still led a thug life

I'm still an outlaw

Me and God cool

While you prayin' on my downfall

Did the shit without y'all

Come to your crib

Give your shots and draw blood

Like a doctor making house calls

Boss boss boss bitch

Every cross ross bit

Ross bit, every bar sit, this is dog shit

In your yard bitch

This is so disrespectful

Bitches know 'bout the gliss and glow

This a neck for Loop a time Lotus

Do a large, pull up at the nudy bars

And stupid cars, and supercharge rovers

We superstar Novas, we shinin'

We super bawlin' do it all over

We grinding, cool y'all

We don't want to get the harsh words

From critics, see my mind might forgive it

But my heart won't forget it man

I'm hard work committed, my lyrics paint pictures

And my artwork is vivid

Just a hard working nigga

T-T-TOD

See I'm the ace, I'm takin' man place

Jack of kings 4 queens,

Then it's the house rules

In the 902s it was cut off

Khakis and house shoes

Now it's panamera porsches

With the panoramic view

Down Atlantic avenue

That's Long Beach nigga

Home of the LBC crew

Dynamics and dog pound

If you say you COB

That bitch pulling her drawers down

A wet clit with a piercing

My bitch pussy rock a five carat earing

Diving to that crotch quit

Treat it like a motherfucking

Slaughterhouse, mosh pit

In this pacific division

I got an eye future, don't make the guy shoot you

That's when your karma screw you

I call karma sutra, I beg your pardon screw ya

Ye I'm brongo brol go west into and

Make you pussy strict man

I uncle Loop you

My crew true lie for you motherfuckers

We independent july 4th you motherfuckers

Crooked got the word playing for Lupe Fiasco

And the gun played, the souffle

Your too pay you assholes

It's a new day, look at my life path

Eventho it's melamine in my pigment

I grew up living equivilent to white trash

White ass, the reason I buy jags

Without blinking the eyeslash at the price tags

My past is so fucked up, it's quite sad

But I went from homeless to property on the white sand

Pussy, pot, and promethazine I sold every drug,

While you sucked a dick of a petty thug

You ain't ready love

Crooked's part of the spaghetti club

He's giving bitches meat and balls

He's everything he said he was

Prob 38 45 92s a metamorphosise my grind

This is organized crime

All I see is COB it's like I'm borderline blind

And I'll die for it now

Since we was born to die fine

No nuts, no glory

Until they close the book on my million dollar story

I still led a thug life

And I'm still an outlaw

Me and God cool

While you prayin' on my downfall

Did your shit without y'all

Come to your crib

Give your shots and draw blood

Like a doctor making house calls

Warrup skank

(Outro)

Still led the thug life

I'm still an outlaw

Still led the thug life

I'm still an outlaw

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