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crisisxo - fine dine lyrics

[hook: crisis]
when i f+ck these b+tches, know she mad at me
catch me speedin’ down the block, yeah, so casually
when i get so high, there’s no gravity
catch me up in sacks, might go on a spree
push the b+tton on my whip, b+tch, ain’t no f+ckin’ key
glock came with a switch and a red beam
and she see my gang, f+ck the whole team
and i know they owe me, i was on my ass, yeah, but that was the old me
focus on my money, that was what my momma told me

[verse 1: crisis]
i pull some racks out, they can’t really handle it
told that b+tch i’m not tryna f+ck, i swear she threw a whole fit
scoring on the opps, b+tch, you know we ball
stand on my money, i’m so f+ckin’ tall
might pull up in that lam’ truck, b+tch, i want it all
don’t pull those racks out, nah, that sh+t too small
i’m not workin’ no job, bro, i swear that sh+t so lame
i walk in the party, all these b+tches know my name
shoot some bullets out the choppa, i’m just workin’ on my aim
and i promise you i’m different, lil’ b+tch, no, i’m not the same
and these 30s takin’ over me, i swear that sh+t gon’ change
i’m getting so much money, bro, this sh+t still kinda strange
and i pull up in that bentley truck, i might pull up in that range
[verse 2: ynd thompson]
and we gon’ spin the block a couple times, cause they just hit the gang
f+ckin’ with my brother, i’ma k!ll you no exchange
yeah, we gon’ slide in the nighttime
and the opps outside, it’s time to fine dine
don’t call my phone, i’ma decline
you call me every time, it’s no line
i+i put a hunnid, some shots in the mac
she wanna talk, but she goin out sad
f+ckin’ with me, i’ma get you a bag
f+ckin with me, better watch how you act
i put a hundred thirty in the drake
she wanna f+ck, put the nut on her face
i got no time, yeah, i got bricks to make
she wanna play, but it’s not patty+cake
she got a twin, that p+ssy so good, i f+ck around had to buy you a benz
ima pull up in the lambo, imma shoot sh+t like i’m rambo
i love the sound, unload the clip, f+ck i just ran out of ammo
f+ck i just ran out of ammo

[outro: crisis]
when i f+ck these b+tches, know she mad at me
catch me speedin’ down the block, yeah, so casually
when i get so high, there’s no gravity

- crisisxo lyrics

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