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crazy - pimp tobi lyrics lyrics

[intro]
(cypress)

[chorus: pimp tobi]
d+mn, sh+t crazy (d+mn)
murdered off the drank, i done smacked the 580 (580)
ayy, i don’t want the b+tch if she lazy (nah)
ayy, told that broke b+tch gotta pay me (gotta pay me)
ayy, and we keep chops like the navy (like the navy)
ballin’ on these n+ggas, gettin’ triple doubles (ballin’)
b+tch, i’m a pimp, i ain’t finna cuddle
big glock on my waist, i ain’t finna scuffle

[verse 1: pettypetty]
s is amg, b+tch, we ain’t never drove no c+class
ballin’ over here, b+tch, we ain’t nothin’ like your last n+gga (d+mn)
give the trap to me, these b+tches used to pay in trash cans
hand it over, that’s the motive, 4 a.m. off perky 4
i’m off the whippet, b+tch, i’m trippin’, might just bap this sh+t
you ain’t never got your bl!cky, n+ggas practicin’
i f+cked her while i’m sippin’ on this cup, you know i’m ratchetin’
blue+tip f&n, my bl!cky know it’s plastic

[verse 2: big sad 1900]
we don’t do the scuffle (nah), dior for my duffel
i came from nothin’, n+gga, i’m out here turnin’ up my hustle (n+gga)
spent a few thousand, moncler with the bubble
make a hollow+chain n+gga come around me and get humble (shut the f+ck up)
pour a best friend in my cup, b+tch, i mean that
breezin’ through the streets in the coupe, i just lean back (yeah)
out of pocket, i’ma take her trap, b+tch, i need that
rich renegade, doin’ good, i ain’t seen that (nah)
[chorus: pimp tobi]
d+mn, sh+t crazy (sh+t crazy)
murdered off the drank, i done smacked the 580 (580)
ayy, i don’t want the b+tch if she lazy (nah)
ayy, told that broke b+tch gotta pay me (gotta pay me)
ayy, and we keep chops like the navy (like the navy)
ballin’ on these n+ggas, gettin’ triple doubles (ballin’)
b+tch, i’m a pimp, i ain’t finna cuddle
big glock on my waist, i ain’t finna scuffle

[verse 3: pimp tobi]
if it’s beef, he get flipped like a mcdouble
spin a n+gga block, double back like i left somethin’
big dog, all these n+ggas is my step sons
i don’t want the glock if it ain’t got a switch, ayy
louis v kicks when i bounce out the whip (go)
slidin’ down fig, tryna break a n+gga b+tch
got 30 on my wrist, know there’s 30 on my hip
got him swervin’ down his block, clip 30 in his whip

[verse 4: big sad 1900]
she a bad b+tch, she got that ass from her mama
yeah, f+ck her with her cousin, i’m prepared for the drama
ghetto b+tch from miami, over there by opa+locka (yeah)
two hands on this b+tch, i’m lettin’ 50 out my chopper
[chorus: pimp tobi]
d+mn, sh+t crazy (sh+t crazy)
murdered off the drank, i done smacked the 580 (580)
ayy, i don’t want the b+tch if she lazy (nah)
ayy, told that broke b+tch gotta pay me (gotta pay me)
ayy, and we keep chops like the navy (like the navy)
ballin’ on these n+ggas, gettin’ triple doubles (ballin’)
b+tch, i’m a pimp, i ain’t finna cuddle
big glock on my waist, i ain’t finna scuffle (i ain’t finna scuffle)

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