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crunch time - 911 hsw lyrics

[intro]
b*tch you want to make the motherf*cking money

[hook]
go through some sh*t and its making me cutthroat
making them plays off the iphone
taking my hands off the spliff and now i’m gone
fly down the road when i’m pushing the turbo
i won’t repeat myself after making a statement
money be my favorite language
dolce gabbana the fragrance
copped a new car just to race it

[verse 1]
do what you can, i’m filling my pockets with nines
keeping the weight in my pants, i trapped on the block
watch for [?] before you get popped
we look for a friend and wе catch us a thot
switching on mans, and that be the reason that you gеtting drop
before i was rapping i got to them bands, i was just bustin’ them chops
serving them fiends, i was clutching my glock
[?], carry molly or wock
always move smart, why i never got caught
gang in the stu, you know they my dogs
dont f*ck with the feds
we just kids doing robberies, now we up at the top
investing my bread, i was just [?]
[hook]
go through some sh*t and its making me cutthroat
making them plays off the iphone
taking my hands off the spliff and now i’m gone
fly down the road when i’m pushing the turbo
i won’t repeat myself after making a statement
money be my favorite language
dolce gabbana the fragrance
copped a new car just to race it

[verse 2]
crunch time, i’m eating the beat like its lunch time
my diamonds is bright like the sunshine
we making them plays ’til the sunrise
rocking off*white, bars be cold, they giving you frostbite
we blowing through stop lights, we blowing through stoplights
f*ck them sh*ts (on god)
[?] got me feeling like king tut
b*tch watch your mouth when you talkin’ to king kut
pack came in, i just got the re*up
1pnico, he whip in korea
fiends be itching like they had eczema
trap any weather, whatever the season
crash pulling up and he keeping his heater, you dont wanna test him
klip keeping the f.n
i got me a wesson, a lethal weapon
its gon’ send you to heaven
cause we shoot with precision
i’m feeling so lifted, so high like the jetsons
stay with my villains that be 911, we pull up and wreck sh*t
’cause we be on some f*ck sh*t (we be on some f*ck sh*t)
[hook]
go through some sh*t and its making me cutthroat
making them plays off the iphone
taking my hands off the spliff and now i’m gone
fly down the road when i’m pushing the turbo
i won’t repeat myself after making a statement
money be my favorite language
dolce gabbana the fragrance
copped a new car just to race it

- 911 hsw lyrics

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