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crimeapple - crime networkz lyrics

[intro: crimeapple]
uh huh
ay yi yi
you know it’s mandeca
we wonderin’ how could you hate that, how could you hate it? (how, how?)
how is that possible?
woah, woah
look, huh

[verse 1: crimeapple]
how could you hate me and not hate you? (uh huh)
paid dues, now i slide around the city in a grey coupe (ah)
pink gold jesus, my links all glacial (bing bing bing)
to link me it takes food, nice size, play two
no size eight shoes (nope)
move like bigfoot or the lochness (okay)
rappers sendin’ shots, that’s nonsense (okay)
but ya’ bomb threats
before i networked with dough, knew how to stretch blow
coulda been summa cum laude, i was ignorant though (yeah, i was ignorant)
nowadays i own a business, can’t glorify dumb sh+t (nope)
got mе losing touch with plenty people i grеw up with
some targetin’ my name, but i just charge it to the game
regardless, i know the marksman doing [?] for the stain
saw ya’ car up in my lane, lookin’ out of place, swerve hoe
you got a lotta nerve hoe
can’t cuff a wing, let the bird go
wintertime, flying south where the birds go (brr)
everything around me lookin’ like bernice burgos (bernice burgos)
nice w the words so i just talk it like i walk it (yup)
bit of imagination (yup) but a lot of this sh+t is factual (yup)
nah, 12 listenin’ (shh), i’m kidding just some entertainment
keep them likes and emojis but please always send a payment (send a payment)
uh huh
yeah yeah yeah woah, yup
yeah yeah, woah, woah
[verse 2: rlx]
scale tip it, autodeal with ya’, i’ll be real with you (i’ll be real with you)
feel different, i been ill, n+gga, since a lil’ n+gga
field trippin’, i could still flip it, i could deal with it
meal ticket from the hill with it, i’m for real cl!ckin’
gear shifted, all the gears in us, see no fear in me
clear vision, now the wheels spinnin’, put the chills in ‘em
lips sealed through the grills in ‘em, couldn’t tell you how that b+tch feels
you could deal with it (that’s all you)
i don’t know how that sh+t sells, i’m like “eugh brother” (eugh) in my hood bluntin’
jug runnin’, put up good numbers, it’s a good summer
when i hit the wood dummy i was doing what i could
now it’s lookin’ good for me, what i took from it
cook something, lotta shook ones that i’ma [?]
hook bumping, ‘round the hood pumping, i was good money
look for me, i was cooked, homie, got the kush on me
good [?], then i stood dolo when they booked on me
ay yi yi
yo dough what up
crime let’s get it
you know what time it is

- crimeapple lyrics

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