crash - 410 lyrics
[verse 1: skengdo]
some bare loud to the dom
them man know not to lack round me
get way to the chance is o
just had a word with bro
then i had to dash that phone
the pack came true it’s nuts
got link yams and that’s bro
darg these streets are cold
i don’t need to @ my man
i’m onto him and he knows
been in the field with gang
that’s way before ten toes
and these feds wanna lock me
proper watching me on roads
badders on me just slop it
then i p-ss it onto my bro
and who thinks they’re really on
they c4s and they blow
got savannah and demi
and bro take they up o
he ain’t coming back when he’s done
he’s waiting on the reload
tface is a savage one
well you already got told
[hook]
410 fiddy that’s dads
everybody’s bad until the boy gets crash
puncture up get stabbed
don’t do it for the fans, darg
but i got love for the fans
go get your money, go get your bread up
and don’t worry about man
i swear certain man come like fans
[verse 2: am]
see 25
c4s, cg same thing
crash 25
and them crashers f-cked in the head
just look at their eyes
and that skududu all that woof
man’ll get fried
and, look how many times we lurked
and the feds came just in time
and she was tryna off her skirt
clearly she must’ve lost her mind
b-tch i want noddy
said it like a hundred times
and feds wanna see my face
i’m linked to a hundred crimes
got nicked like a hundred times
h-lla pum for them f-ckboys that love boys
can’t reason with it
tings there just touch boys with steroids
go sleep with it
ching ching, just cut boys can’t
nuff toys man’s made for the sh-t
bad b don’t cuff boys, with nuff boys
she’s made for the d-ck
don’t chat sh-t it’s bad for your head
f-ck that yute he’s chatting to feds
man don’t talk, man rob
man don’t talk, man clap it instead
shotgun, soldier, batty in beds
f-ck them girls who’s catty for them
who what where i’ll marry a skeng
skududu dududu for them
skududu dududu for them
i am the a and i am the m
skududu dududu for them
skududu dududu for them
skududu dududu for them
[hook]
410 fiddy that’s dads
everybody’s bad until the boy gets crash
puncture up get stabbed
don’t do it for the fans, darg
but i got love for the fans
go get your money, go get your bread up
and don’t worry about man
i swear certain man come like fans
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