a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

dres - crazy world lyrics

bad b-tches, countin doe, baggin rocks – crazy
vehicles…..kitted…..my whole teams committed – we was poor as
kids….. but now it seems we’ve done did it and blew – other
n-ggas find the style hard to chew, talkin bout we too wild, and
that’s
emphatically true, so don’t cross us….or you’ll be on the
ground countin losses – for rea; – every n-gga i know will peel a
motherf-ckin dome like stockin – we be the owner of the style
many n-ggas be jockin – blocks be rocklin – glock pops alot and
d-mn
there ain’t no stoppin me or my mans. we like whatever
pop told me that this money’s not forever so i look for investments
for
my crew to bury treasure. that be it, say when ya makin
money , paw, ya see it – cause if ya can’t be paid, it’s like ya can’t
be sh-t hook ringleaders are coming, get up your d-ck-beaters
– or heaters – and share the mind state of a fetus – can’t beat us –
and
lyrically them n-ggas can’t see this as it go’s – we turn kilo’s
into litres. pounds turn to smoke in the concrete flood – and blood
will
often turn the dirt into mud. bulletts become sh-lls –
names become bells, and if you blow street trial, n-gga your cell
becomes h-ll – said even time don’t tell, at least that’s how it used
to be, but it’s a different day and time and strong eyes don’t see
down
the wire – ready to blow the empire like a friar, smoking
blunts strong as desire – a messiah – raised amongst men that
conspire
to retire but often end up the town crier – in the fire of a
cold world yo, said it be flamin – still we aimin to be the one – t-tus
& haymon hook get ready – my whole teams known to rock
steady – no getty – i gots more sauce than spaghetti – a machete –
i’ll
turn your whole frame to confetti – to the nitty-gritty, we
bout to flip the pity petty – when braves become slaves and plots
become
graves – and strays fly in the air like they was
blue-jays robbers can be cops – while thuggs police blocks – i sit
beside my window sippin sky on the rocks – to see the church
got locks – no goodness in gracious – loungin with robber barrons
in
rooms thats palacious – to weigh dissin us with the need to
lay down – no more misunderstanding – coming at you , aye-now
who be
talking – better than that yo, who be hawkin – i suggest
you turn around and just start walking, or i’m a catch you coolin
talkin
what a fly life and keep it real and cut your throat with a
b-tter-fly knife hook get swazy – we about to flip
the script and get
crazy rich kids up for rich bids
baby – goin all out – gettin down gettin gravy
– on the daily

- dres lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS