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e jake - crime pays lyrics

[verse 1: e jake]
switch whips like chicks hate gettin spotted by a fraud
switch my broads like drawers, so my feelings not involved
look- i need ’em fresh, let me iron out my problems
and uh- don’t need the stress, why don’t you whine about it tomorrow
dope money, c-ke money, roll a gun smoke money
break bullets down like bud if we get it in blood
i’m with whatever, feed the children
really not with the k!llin, more about all this this audio drug dealin
look we thug n-gg-s, love women, love winnin’
don’t wanna hear about when was winnin’, duhhhhh n-gg-
i got the keys call me dj khaled/
and uh- i got the greens, call me mc salad
i gotta lotta lettuce, lotta cheddar cheese, lotta cabbage
pourin’ diamond dressin over yellow, white, rose gold karats
forgive me lord i’m talkin’ like a savage
we barcotic rhyme slangin, name rangin’, livin’ lash

[bridge: e jake]
a brink stash, minks drag, payin bills and drink tabs
calculate your moves slow, but you gotta think fast (think fast n-gg-, matter fact think cash n-gg-)
boost and brag, post the swag, ig i post & tag
pound key life is good, round me, broke is bad (true facts n-gg-, that’s why i think cash n-gg-)

[hook: e jake]
crime pays *repeat 4x*

[verse 2: conway (the machine)]

look, all my shooters lurk well (they lurkin’ n-gg-)
mac rangin’ like church bells (brrrrrttt)
cocaine ressy on my work scale
keep a strap, f-ck who you shot, you could get murked still (can take an l too n-gg-)
pussy get your brains blew in the wind
ayo these n-gg-s can’t f-ck with me when i’m movin’ the pen
move a hundred bags of sour then do it again (hustlin’!)
i’m ’96 jordan, i’ma shoot for the win (haaa!)
pack the big gat with the long pipe
the jacket is off-white™
before rap i actually offed white (talk to ’em)
yeah- that’s facts, i had a hard life
i could remember coming home to cut off lights (uh-huh) i even starved nights
got a pack from homie then i ran it up
sellin’ fifties in the trap house with the hammer tucked
ain’t leavin’ til my plans is up, you trippin’ if you thinkin’ that my nine don’t spray
who sayin’ crime don’t pay? i tell them n-gg-s

[hook: e jake]
crime pays *repeat 3x*

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