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big crip jayo - blue flags in the wind lyrics

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[intro]
crip, crip, crip—bluuurrr!
come here, lil’ b+tch
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
ayy, what the f+ck these opps talkin’ ‘bout?
we was fourteen deep with fourteen glocks outside they momma house (bluuurrr!)
once we get the drop, we pullin’ up, ain’t sh+t to talk about (come on!)
since that crip got hit, they in the crib, we made ‘em walk it out (come on!)
ayy, nah, they ain’t poppin’ out, so who they lookin’ for? (huh?)
60k around my neck, still ridin’ solo with that pistol, ho (come with it!)
big homie up two hundred, caught that b+tch lackin’ at the liquor store (bluuurrr!)
put a hundred through his whip, his auntie pickin’ funeral clothes (hah!)
you can’t call me lil’ bro, you ain’t never put in work for me (h+ll nah!)
hundred+round drum on this k, but i let that b+tch go thirty+three (for sure!)
i’m in every hood, in every set, throwin’ up them big c’s (crip!)
you can’t yell out “bluuurrr!” if you ain’t never let no chopper squeeze (nah!)

[interlude]
yeah, you ain’t never let no chopper squeeze
you can’t yell out “bluuurrr!” if you ain’t never hit no enemy
you can’t—sing my sh+t for free (f+ck you mean?)

[verse 2]
big backwoods, straight dead opps, i don’t smoke with f+ckin’ lames (gas!)
all my crips be stealin’, not from me, but runnin’ gta (skrrt!)
look outside the safe house, that sh+t look like a dealership
but every car outside this b+tch is stolen, and my wrist is lit
a real g gon’ tell you, boy, the worst place to play is at my show (dumbass!)
we bought every k up out the store, extended clips and mo’ (duh!)
you can flex, get knocked off, my lil’ yg doin’ hits for sure (brrt!)
we don’t give a f+ck ‘bout narcs, crips gon’ crash out, let it blow (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
chopper gang can’t post up on the set, must be april 1st (blrrrd, blrrrd!)
they can think this sh+t a joke, they f+ck around, they in a he+rs+
she asked me for a chanel bag, b+tch, we stopped at saks first (saks first!)
hundred+round pump with a blue uzi, slide off in a vert (slide off in a vert!)
i know he a b+tch, he shook my hand, but couldn’t keep his stare (nah!)
if i let him slide today, my big homie flip inside his grave (inside his grave!)
if i get the opps in range, they gettin’ flipped with this k (flipped with this k!)
how the f+ck these labels sign a crip and give me 100k? (they gave me 100k!)
[outro]
bluuurrr! bluurr! bluurr!
haha, f+ck them n+ggas!
crip, crip, crip!



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