Crooked I

Crooked I - OkBye lyrics

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California, you now rocking with the motherfucking best, Crooked I

You don’t like how I live, ok, bye

You don’t like it money, ok, bye

You don’t like bad chicks, ok, bye

Now go that away, go that away

The world hating on you boy just yesterday,

But like I said that was yesterday, cause hey

Eminem sign me to Shady put me on interscope

Then he gave me a rifle so I could put you in a scope

Gave me the stamp, put the check in the mail

Now chicks licking me like an envelope, yeah I’m her throat

Crook in about to score I see the red zone,

All I need is peace by trade, but not the hair falls

Think I don’t live right homie, you care wrong

Cause I’m a real sandwich, I’m just saying my bread loaf

Walk in the club with a Geiger east side us

Some rappers cool, I came to be liver

You claim to be …you say you spit flames, you a liar

Damn god change your speech right up

I’m sour ways on the hater keep pushing

Just another …pussy who meet a dushing

I’m looking for a round ass I need a kushin

I love it when tell me daddy Ineed a wooping

You don’t like how I live, ok, bye

You don’t like it money, ok, bye

You don’t like bad chicks, ok, bye

Now go that away, go that away

You don’t like how I do it, ok, bye

You don’t like that I’m good, ok, bye

You don’t like that I’m me, ok, bye

Now go that away, go that away

I’ll be keeping it real because I am real

Yes some of yo eating good but it’s your last meal

You the king of the hill, but it’s an ant hill

I kick it over, you over tell me how that feels

It’s not an arrogant thing, I got a stable of lyrics

And I’ll be pimping these …like Sean Garret and Dre

If these songs were whose I have a harem like an arabian king

So beware my team, yeap

So many wolves you ain’t got nothing for me

Nowadays all that champagne popping looking horny

We got the bitches all…getting horny

And they ain’t thinking of leaving till 6 in the morning

Yeah, they love fucking with us, let them do what they do

You be cuffing them tough

See you grey hound luggage when it comes to the sluts

Cause they’re gonna throw you under the bus, boy

You don’t like how I live, ok, bye

You don’t like it money, ok, bye

You don’t like bad chicks, ok, bye

Now go that away, go that away

You don’t like how I do it, ok, bye

You don’t like that I’m good, ok, bye

You don’t like that I’m me, ok, bye

Now go that away, go that away

As long as I hustle hard money go come with ease

And it’s child’s play call it chunky cheese

Wanna do it like me, go sell a couple keys and a ton of weed

Then run the street with a hundred cheese

Goes that is they coming out the wood work

I would work but they ain’t had a hood work

I’m trying to take over the game, big and pop style

Labels try to drop my old shit cause I’m hot now

But oh shit, you should stop now

Try to play me with some old shit, I shoot your block down

Dirty magazines tell you what my click about

Cause playboy we some hustlers in a penthouse

Louie bag full of paper, let my chick count

She fly in a double summersault dismount

There she swear to God, Crooked … out

I got a bad breath cause I’m from the slaughterhouse

You don’t like how I live, ok, bye

You don’t like it money, ok, bye

You don’t like bad chicks, ok, bye

Now go that away, go that away

You don’t like how I do it, ok, bye

You don’t like that I’m good, ok, bye

You don’t like that I’m me, ok, bye

Now go that away, go that away.<br />

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Thanks to Andrei

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