Lil B - Crime Fetish lyrics

rate me

It’s a rap, got focked,

Many getting strapped, he fake, he hoe fake

You better give him that

I get my dirt, I brought the rental back

Next time you on my line, I’m jumping into that

Bitch ass nigga, I ain’t into rap

The 44 look kinda crooked, with the center back

He eat, he gonn eat, bring my dinner back

Everytime I’m on that lick I was the middle man

Hold through pills like the doctor man

I’m shadow, one man holler, like motherfuck a bitch

Everybody I’m restless shit, with the rest shit

Got guns and the other shit

Don’t lie, chome 9, to bow ride

Don’t trip off that lick I’m getting all mine

He won’t talk unless your ...find

Everytime I come out the game I’m only online

Shotgun pulling the sleep only your line

Glock 9 send them bullets through his jaw line

I gotta draw a line, you feel me?

Yeah, I can’t hear you, yeah, yeah

You talking jibberish,

Bitch chew in your mouth, little bitch like blickerish

And I’m nigga rich, I got a couple guns in the back,

Tip a bitch

Yeah, this crime fetsih, I might lick a bitch, you feel me

Dipped in the 2 door man I flip a bitch

Yeah, ghost ride in the maybach,

Probably fall asleep in the car I’m talking way back

Whether san francisco or an oakland asap

Based boys for life, I’m gonn take that

Yeah, this that shit that bring the bay back, bitch

This lil be,

I’m thugged out yeah, yeah

She fake, she hoe fake, you better give em that

Like I said, you feel me?

It’s that real gas you feel me?

You better give him that

he hoe fake

You better give him that

I get my dirt, I brought the rental back

Next time you on my line, I’m jumping into that

Nigga this ain’t just rap, you feel me?

Think of this real situation

That’s where my shit come, you feel me? Yeah

Crime fetish mixtape, yeah, yes!