stiyers – crate lyrics
crate lyrics
don’t wanna argue put you in a crate
im in the trap im servin that base
she gave me top, now im doing great
how many thots? b+tch i got like 8
choppa bullets they f+ckin up your face
im in the spot b+tch where it ain’t safe
you like to talk, well im in your state
you like to talk, burn you on a steak
i got a choppa im airin it out
don’t wanna talk b+tch just give me mouth
im outside i jumped out the house
556 my arp’s
he on a shirt r.i.p
rick owen coat, get like me
sad bout a hoe? can’t be me
im finna slide like a sled
he think he better he mid
off of the perc like im dead
he think we cool he laced
she wanna link link, f+ck no b+tch
i cannot lack i stay wit a stick
why are they mad im stackin my chips
my b+tch she bad she foreign she mix
don’t wanna argue put you in a crate
im in the trap im servin that base
she gave me top, now im doing great
how many thots? b+tch i got like 8
choppa bullets they f+ckin up your face
im in the spot b+tch where it ain’t safe
im in the spot where you can’t stay
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