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crashout - 870glizzy lyrics

never say “when h*ll freezes over”
why not?
because h*ll has froze over

(crash*out ’bout these b*tches)
(elliot rodgers, n*ggas crash out ’bout these b*tches)
(crash*out ’bout these b*tches, ho)
([?] crash*out ’bout no b*tches)

ayy, uh, elliot rodgers, n*ggas crash out ’bout these b*tches (wha*. what?)
i ain’t met a b*tch i put before my riches (b*tch)
gli*, gli*, gl!cky with a switch, we call them glitches
ayy, my choppa whack him, put that boy down like he [?] (‘$ouf’)
back door, or the front door, b*tch, we kick ’em in (okay)
got my pole, when i’m in the [?], when i’m punchin’ in (p*ssy)
[?] back, if thе throat whack, we won’t link again (we won’t link again)
too [?] with the stick, and [?]

fakе, grab that [?], make the track hit (brr)
don’t got no time for a wack b*tch, ‘less the mouth sick (sick)
shout*out $crim, this ain’t [?], like it’s ’59 (’59)
like i’m adolf, i don’t f*ck wit’ you, ain’t my kind

(uhh, that might’ve been a bad comparison)
(i am not a n*z*)
don’t involve the money, [?] (why did you ask?)
dirty boy from out the dirt, b*tch i’m lil’ 8, [?]
break*. break a block down, like, bro do the [?]
that [?], r.i.p., won’t see tomorrow

ayy, uh, elliot rodgers, n*ggas crash out ’bout these b*tches (’bout these hoes, n*gga)
i ain’t met a b*tch i put before my riches (h*ll nah)
gli*, gli*, gl!cky with a switch, we call them glitches
ayy, my choppa whack him, put that boy down like he [?]

too*, too*, too thick with the stick, hit you in yo’ shin
ta*, ta*, talkin’ messy, it’s the [?]
i*, i*, i*, don’t give a f*ck, you from my city, you are not my kin
glocky got the triple*beam on it, like i’m [?]
[?] rap a heartbeat when i grip the pen
talkin’ on the [?], swear to god my [?]
rappers b*tch in silence, they know how i been
i might spin again, then spin again, just to spin again (skrt)

elliot rodgers, n*ggas crash out ’bout these b*tches (’bout these hoes, n*gga)
i ain’t met a b*tch i put before my riches (h*ll nah)
gli*, gli*, gl!cky with a switch, we call them glitches
ayy, my choppa whack him, put that boy down like he [?] (‘$ouf’)
back door, or the front door, b*tch, we kick ’em in (‘$ouf’)
got my pole, when i’m in the [?], when i’m punchin’ in
[?] back, if the throat whack, we won’t link again
too [?] with the stick, and [?]

- 870glizzy lyrics

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