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shoreline mafia – crazy lyrics

[intro: fenix]
let’s get it, let’s get it
yeah, hey, hey, hey
yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

[chorus: fenix]
i f-ck a check up like crazy
i f-ck on your b-tch like crazy
i get off these drugs and go crazy
i get off the drink and go crazy
fenix, that n-gg- so crazy
i won’t do a show ‘less you pay me
all of my n-gg-s so crazy
and all of your n-gg-s fugazi, d-mn
crazy, crazy, crazy crazy crazy
crazy, crazy, crazy crazy crazy
crazy, crazy, crazy crazy crazy
i f-ck a check up like crazy
i f-ck on your b-tch like crazy

[verse 1: fenix]
i f-ck a check up like crazy
i just poured a whole six
i make these little n-gg-s hate me
’cause i f-ck on your b-tch
i just pulled up with the pint
i f-ck on your b-tch all night
yeah you know i’m feeling right
molly all up in my sprite
waterboat her, boat her hard, ayy
f-ck on your b-tch, we ménage, ayy
pull up with a fancy car, ayy
aston martin like uh
all these b-tches want juice, ayy
all these n-gg-s on my d-ck, woah
pull up and i’m f-cking flexing, ayy
i just took a n-gg-‘s b-tch, yeah
i can’t stand a petty b-tch, yeah
hit me when you’re ready b-tch, yeah
if you’re gonna suck the d-ck, yeah
if you’re gonna take the d-ck, yeah
b-tch you better f-cking swallow, ayy
i ain’t calling you tomorrow, no
pull up and i’m f-cking flexing, d-mn
fenix flexing with the models, ayy
i’ma fill a n-gg- up, ayy
i’ma shoot a n-gg- up, ayy
pull up at a n-gg-‘s spot, ayy
hopping out like what
slid on ’em, popped out
pull the glock out, make you reconsider
apply the pressure up on any n-gg-
who was talking sh-t or playing with my figures
fenix bossed up, get your guap up
broke -ss b-tch trying to pop up
f-ck a b-tch then she getting blocked, bruh
fifty round drums sound like helicopters, ayy

[verse 2: ohgeesy]
ayy, ayy, ayy ayy ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy ayy ayy
i just showed up in the party and it’s going up
all these b-tches got a glimpse of me, they going nuts
all of my n-gg-s they so crazy, dancing with the guns
glock .40 while i dab
smoking dope, b-tch it’s gas
autograph, you can ask
all the -ss i can grab
all the drink i can sip
man i’m holding lots of clips
she milly rockin’ on my d-ck
man i love it, she’s so thick
but i don’t love a b-tch
love it when they f-ck the clique
all of my n-gg-s so nutty
sipping the cup full of muddy
i f-ck my b-tch and her buddies
don’t f-ck your b-tch ’cause she ugly
if she bad, i’ma smash
getting head, counting cash
smoke a lot of dope, p-ss
kobe bryant with the blunt
b-tch, you’re lying, you a front
you f-cked every one of us
then went home to your mans
swallowed for your dinner plans
all of my b-tches is mutts
they’re mixed and they’ve got a big b-tt
i mix it and drop in the cup
i mix it and drop in the cup
i just mixed up the potion
n-gg-s dry, they need lotion
i’m so wavy like the ocean
fifty round what i’m toting
don’t come around ’cause i tote them
don’t come around ’cause i tote them
n-gg-s be talking that bullsh-t
i’ma run up with a full clip
n-gg-s be talking that bullsh-t
i’ma run up with a full clip
n-gg-s be talking that bullsh-t
i’ma run up with a full clip, bop

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