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fmk mikey - crash out lyrics

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[intro: xkq & fmk mikey]
wunda
hahahaha
we call each other b+tch all day
aye aye we pourin up red right now
we got the b+tches in the back rollin up
we got twin on the phone twin say wassup
wassup foe
you already know what we on these n+ggas b+tches out here you already know (crash out) (crash out)
aye tell aye tell them when the twin tape droppin (crash out today)
sh+t i don’t know either hahahaha
[hook: xkq]
f+ck the rari i might crash out today
you said that i had your b+tch boy that sh+t so yesterday
f+ck the clout cus you know i’m still getting paid
and i had to stick to rapping cus i seen no other way

[verse 1: xkq]
woah all of my n+ggas on go
we aim at yo head and we bussin fasho
we count up the racks and then count up some mo
when i walk in the place and my ice make it snow
me and my bro finna coup with yo hoe
we slime with the sh+t so we wippin yo nose
walk in the party we letting you know
if you try anything and yo ass hit the floor
yea that’s for real
all of my n+ggas they k!ll
all of my n+ggas they drill
and they did that sh+t off of the pill
i might just f+ck on yo barbie
cus that sh+t of h+ll of a thril
i might just crash out the rari
on my way to deal
keeping my weapon concealed
cus none of these n+ggas is real
i smoke all day so i cannot feel
she say that eel
she said i need to chill
i told b+tch i can’t until i get a mil
[post chorus: xkq]
crash out (crash)
h+lla b+tches with they ass out(you know how we rockin)
broke ass n+gga on his last route(broke ass boy f+ck wrong wit em)
i’m gon smoke on dope till i pass out
oh yea oh yea oh yea oh yea (ahaha)
what he say( ya dig)(ya dig)(ya dig)

[verse 2: fmk mikey]
yea woah you know that we bussin fasho
you talking that sh+t we gon aim at ur nose
ima just hit her sh+t once and as soon as i do baby girl gotta go
spent 100k on some clothes
then i had to go get me rolls
i was driving way too fast i crashed on my way to the show
now i can’t even go to my show
now i can’t even go hit the road
and to just let a f+ck n+gga know
like some tissue i’m ready to blow
talking sh+t and we kicking yo door
gotta rollie its making it snow
balenciaga in my fabrics
i had to go me a patek
we out here wreaking havoc
out causing static
ain’t that sh+t so tragic
we had to let him have it
yea we living lavish and i’m not even braggin
i’m so high in the sky like a dragon
i sit back in my chair i’m relaxing
i’m so sick of the lying and cappin
me and my baby in paris relaxin
yea we chillin
i got a bad b+tch
yea i got a bad b+tch but i don’t need her no i don’t need her
but no i don’t want you
you a big bad b+tch i don’t want you
your a thottie
i’m in the party
of the molly
yea i’m feelin gnarly
ima real rockstar i feel like carti
or maybe uzi
j got a uzi
party everyday my life is like a movie
and i f+cked yo b+tch i nutted on her booty
me and my n+ggas go brazy yea
she suck on my d+ck said it tasty yea
get my double cup feel that sh+t wit lean yea
feel it wit codeine yea
not tryna be mean yea
im in my zone yea
please leave me alone yea
i can’t even hear you
don’t wanna be near you
come get in my bed yea
i need me some head yea
baby give me head yea3x
i said give me some head yea
[outro]
baeee
mikey bae i love you



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