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crooked i - fuck em lyrics

[intro]
[verse 1]
crooked i keeps all sh-t official
walking through the mall with a pistol
twisting the top off with some cisco
look at the ghetto we keep my n-ggas got bigger (?) than even sesame street
we never retreat, cause
money, we get it plus respect
i’m paid like i’m robert downey jr.’s drug connect < (?) i'm the roughest cat that's rapping i'm tucking gats for blasting cash, (?) lock it down chips, socking out pr-cks hopping out quick, rocking crocodile kicks knock it out, b-tch i'm the n-gga you should hear if the ghetto don't feel me, i'ma pick a new career then flip off the (?)of the cover of the source with a chick who got -ss like a motherf-cking horse of course, the real soldiers the only one to ride (?) roll n-gga for life (?), f-ck the other side [hook] yeah, tuck that glock, f-ck that cop bust that shot, what's that hot? f-ck this industry, drink that hennessy ride on your enemies, holla if you feeling me yeah, tuck that glock, f-ck that cop bust that shot, what's that hot? f-ck this industry, drink that hennessy ride on your enemies, holla if you feeling me [verse 2] yeah, it's crooked i, look at my expensive fizz i only drink (?) so i could have expensive p-ss listen to this nothing else to do but, coop up, two sl-ts who suck? you suck, that will (?) n-ggas trying to figure out how to defeat me but my shots will make swiss cheese out of your bentley now that you are with me we can get it crunk and things i told you, i'm slump (?) in the trunk jumping lanes i hope you, cuff (?) your dame into the zone cause i don't wanna be right if pimping is wrong you're tripping, it's on ten to your dome precisely, that way we like to send n-ggas home [hook] yeah, tuck that glock, f-ck that cop bust that shot, what's that hot? f-ck this industry, drink that hennessy ride on your enemies, holla if you feeling me [bridge] you know what happens to n-ggas when they get too comfortable (what?) n-ggas get knocked the f-ck out they position! but we gon' roll! f-ck it, spit! [verse 3] i hope your tracks start (?) got your air force 1's but f-ck them shoes, you better wear four guns they'll k!ll us everywhere, n-gga therefore run i got a lot of hoes but i don't care for one they hate my behavior and when i finally do fall in love i'd probably get played for my paper but until then, i'mma hits skins, mama get dollars 'till i'm (?) if i'm offending you, then i suggest you press the stop b-tton cause f-ck who's coming next n-gga, get money, get more fast cars (?) six floors that's what n-ggas live for y'all can't beef with us i heard your diss it was weak as f-ck y'all f-ggots from the streets or what? all my ghetto -ss n-ggas turn your speakers up (louder!)

- crooked i lyrics

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