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radxtony - crazy lyrics

[hook]
12 on my back and i feel like tom brady
when i walk in the room, all the b+tches go crazy
pull up to the party and i’m leavin’ witcha lady
gimme neck ’till it snaps, i’mma call her gwen stacy
my pockets never slim but i can really be shady
i been gettin’ to the money but i’ll never let it change me

[verse 1]
if you wanna fight, get sliced like kimbo
duckin’ my fade like a motherf+ckin’ limbo
he be really talkin’ but i know he won’t be walkin’
i’m like triple h, i’ll throw yo ass out the window
(yeah, aye)
heartbreak kid, boutta hit ‘еm with a superkick
said he want smoke, now i know hе a stupid kid
shootin’ up the scene like directors in the movie, b+tch
no cap when i rap, man, i’m spittin’ it in lowercase
got the hoe so mad that she don’t wanna show her face
said she want a superman so she can be a lois lane
dog ass dude, i’m a motherf+ckin’ doberman
they couldn’t see me comin’ with 2020 vision
sp+ce coupe is what i’m whippin’
sp+ceboy is on a mission
hot rocket in my pocket and i’m not afraid to pop it
load it up and i c+ck it
godd+mn yo, i shot ’em
shot him in the socket now that boy is in a coma
shot that boy up in the eye, now i call it glaucoma
i be goin’ crazy like diego maradona
kickin’ sh+t, gettin messy when i’m out in barcelona
throwin’ sh+t real mean, i’m the rap joe kelly
but i’m always hittin’ bombs like the boy is cody belli
choppa’s real hungry, let it eat up at ya belly
but b+tch, i get it poppin’ like we poppin’ up confetti
(yeah, aye, uh)
i’m ’boutta switch it up
get to the money, i’m countin’ these digits up
she actin’ funny, i had to dismiss her, bruh
talkin’ on twitter and i had to mute her
these boys only gangster when they on a computer
that boy is cappin’, he ain’t with the shooters
he faker than titties that you see at hooters
but the wings real good though
don’t try to f+ck up my mood, hoe (yeah)
i be in the crib, steady cookin’ up a hit
kickin’ sh+t like hugo
kickin’ like hugo
in the whip, yeah two doors
i don’t need you, hoe
b+tch, i’m too cold (aye)
[hook}
12 on my back and i feel like tom brady
when i walk in the room, all the b+tches go crazy
pull up to the party and i’m leavin’ witcha lady
gimme neck ’till it snaps, i’mma call her gwen stacy
my pockets never slim but i can really be shady
i been gettin’ to the money but i’ll never let it change me
(ha, yeah, aye)
never let it change me

- radxtony lyrics

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