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white john – crazy lyrics

[intro]
yes, sir, white john, the one and only
mr. f+ck+lapd, mr. f+ck+’em+f+ck’+em
mackk & co. rookie of the year
b+tch, you know what the f+ck goin’ on, stop playin’ with me
i’m pourin’ eights of wock’, eights of red, poppin’ big m+30s, b+tch
your bity could never, b+tch
k!ll it, b+tch, f+ck ’em (b+tch)
f+ck ’em, f+ck ’em, f+ck ’em, f+ck ’em (b+tch, b+tch, have you ever sat in that gurb?)

[chorus]
have you ever sat in that cell and your b+tch don’t answer that phone?
dawg, it drive you crazy
and you barely make bail, and they ridin’ your d+ck once you home
dawg, that sh+t is crazy
yeah, you know i’m the white gurb
i got d+ck to make a crip b+tch brazy
i’m addicted to the molly gurbs
i done popped so many pills that i done went brazy
have you ever sat in that cell and your b+tch don’t answer that phone?
dawg, it drive you crazy
and you barely make bail, and they ridin’ your d+ck once you home
dawg, that sh+t is crazy
yeah, you know i’m the white gurb
i got d+ck to make a crip b+tch brazy
i’m addicted to the molly gurbs
i done popped so many pills that i done went brazy

[verse 1]
alexander w+ng, helmut lang, and a bb
even though i’m a gurb, she like cc
my b+tch a stallion, big ass titties, double dds
‘member the day when me and tuck was poppin’ zzs
we still out juggin’, finaglin’, and countin’ bing+bing
shootin’ my shot, if her man trippin’, shoot her bd
vvss, s+classes, and the seats bleed
baby, please don’t judge me off what my tweets read
we f+ck on her period if you was wonderin’ why her sheets bleedin’
maxin’ her cc and i’m f+ckin’ on her tt
think you trippin’, i’m trippin’ harder, f+ck a peace treaty
i’m rollin’, these mollies bangin’ harder than chief keef (have you ever sat in that gurb?)

[verse 2]
b+tch, it’s the white gurb, quick to make a crip b+tch brazy
i make my own dope, but ho b+tches still pay me
i ain’t superman, h+ll nah, i can’t save you
onlyfans ass b+tch, you lazy
i’m poppin’, hollow tips hit like a rocket
beverly center, don’t trip, b+tch, i got it
91 premium, i ain’t stoppin’
shout out swaye, az cult, b+tch, we locked in
crips love me, if you trippin’, they ain’t havin’ it
been poppin’, been f+ckin’ bms, been havin’ it
ain’t no guns in the county jail, i’m stabbin’ sh+t
i’m finna beat my b+tch ass, she ain’t answerin’ (have you ever sat in that gurb?)

[outro]
dawg, it’s crazy
i’m the white gurb
make the b+tch brazy
off the molly, off the molly

- white john lyrics

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