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otm - crash banditcot lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
(ayo, t, run that sh+t up)
(wassupbenji)
sh+t
ugh
b+tch

[chorus: blue pesos]
crash bandicoot, another blamped foreign off the juice
a n+gga play with my name, ain’t no tellin’ what i’ll do
two hundred for some tris, he must’ve thought i was a fool
he barely got his put on, now he’s gone so soon
if crash hit the parking lot, stash the blowers, play klu klux
don’t tell your friend ’bout me, baby, i don’t know, you might ruin it
showboatin’, hulk hogan, that’s an awful lot of jewelry
i’m goin’ psycho in the booth, i don’t know, i think i’m losin’ it

[verse 1: blue pesos]
he ain’t gon’ say it to my face, no matter who he is
i keep park with kid in the crips, n+ggas ain’t pullin’ up
chop hit him with a right hook, it packed the coldest punch
drippin’, sippin’, splashin’ all over the floor and sh+t
blower showin’, holy f+ck, where you get this?
don’t let that snake through the door, they be stealin’
don’t try and pump fake with me, i’m the truth, n+gga
bully breaker bring the mops through and the ajax
“p, where you get them uchies from?” that’s a great question
she don’t tear it off for me, she better play dead (sh+t)
i don’t want friends
double back, let the hundun off, hooray
i don’t want this b+tch in our section, she is too basic
[?] walked past they top opp for real and ain’t do nothin’
he was askin’ for his sh+t, it’s all good, gon’ ahead, play me
she tryna party, let the b+tch enjoy her night, n+ggas crybabies
hide the b+tch from ‘cross the room like i might break her
he the type to purchase p+ssy, he don’t mind payin’
i got the bread, i gotta go, i am not stayin’
where you said you from? i just hit him with the three fingers
[chorus: blue pesos]
crash bandicoot, another blamped foreign off the juice
a n+gga play with my name, ain’t no tellin’ what i’ll do
two hundred for some tris, he must’ve thought i was a fool
he barely got his put on, now he’s gone so soon
if crash hit the parking lot, stash the blowers, play klu klux
don’t tell your friend ’bout me, baby, i don’t know, you might ruin it
showboatin’, hulk hogan, that’s an awful lot of jewelry
i’m goin’ psycho in the booth, i don’t know, i think i’m losin’ it

[verse 2: duffy]
sh+t talkin’, we used to this
opp lover, you could die for bein’ cool with him
mud walkin’, i be wantin’ wock’, i don’t like the tris
designer on my feet, what kind of shoes is them?
ain’t no askin’ questions, i for sure got it
keep the truth alive, it ain’t no stoppin’ (ayo, t, run that sh+t up)
n+ggas n0bodies actin’ like they on somethin’
i’ma dome shot him, let him think he hulk hogan (wassupbenji)
n+ggas goofb+lls, shoe shiners
who callin’? get up off my phone with that nice talkin’
n+ggas lyin’ to they self, what he say he did?
n+ggas fans, it’s a shame you wanna be my friend
either way you put it, off the mussle for the win
teach n+ggas abcs, xds, and f&ns
new switch, i’m finna whoop him like a lil’ kid
my b+tch be bringin’ me the bands, she for sure a ten
n+gga, strip, this is not a test
n+ggas yappin’, n+ggas might as well save they breath
loafy in my pocket, all cash, no checks
p+ssy+ass n+ggas better show me my respect
n+ggas know the truth, get it clear
all mud in my cup, old n+gga, here’s a beer
call keed and the youngins, it’s like ten b+tches here
spend ten in a day and i can make it reappear
i don’t know what n+ggas on, i just really want the loot
who this nerd talkin’ to? i been doin’ what i do
n+ggas spoofed, he can’t step a hundred feet up in my shoes
one fifty, spillin’ juice, duffy smashin’ in the coupe
[chorus: blue pesos]
crash bandicoot, another blamped foreign off the juice
a n+gga play with my name, ain’t no tellin’ what i’ll do
two hundred for some tris, he must’ve thought i was a fool
he barely got his put on, now he’s gone so soon
if crash hit the parking lot, stash the blowers, play klu klux
don’t tell your friend ’bout me, baby, i don’t know, you might ruin it
showboatin’, hulk hogan, that’s an awful lot of jewelry
i’m goin’ psycho in the booth, i don’t know, i think i’m losin’ it

[outro]
(ayo, t, run that sh+t up)
(wassupbenji)

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