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crime pays - caskey & clicklak lyrics

[intro]
i got mikey with me, fasho

[chorus: caskey & cl!cklak]
woop, woop, woop, woop
woop, woop, woop, woop

[verse 1: caskey]
yeah, got fired from kfc, back to sellin’ weed, f*ck, this a drought
how all my homies been hittin’ them l!cks and i’m out here in hollywood, hangin’ with mine
both of my personalities so opposite that people lookin’ think it’s a façade
sometimes i be doin’ the devil’s work, other times i be tryna bring ’em to god, yeah
you run up on me just ’cause i write poetry, still ain’t no hoe in me
pops left, had to teach myself how to get it ’cause ain’t no one comin’ ’round, showin’ me
turn a o to twenty pounds and that was before i even had a goatee
always been the black sheep, but i’m still out here goatin’
beat up security, we was in iowa, they said that i was provokin’
did five days in county for assaultin’
legit picked me up then i popped a molly, did a ‘tape in nine days
i could be blind and i would still find ways
did the crime then i rapped about it, now i can tell ’em that crime pays
[chorus: caskey & cl!cklak]
woop, woop, woop, woop
woop, woop, woop, woop

[verse 2: cl!cklak]
pimp, i fired my hoe then came with a new one, no foldin’
she wanna choose, she f*ck with my crew, my neck and my wrist, they be frozen
just like a pool, my neck full of water and i’m the one who brought the hoes in
i shot with amigo, she thought that i’m quavo, i told her, “nah, but i’m chosen”
yeah, full pockets and they loaded
i’ma drip, i’ma po’ it, smoke weed like i grow it
i’m the truth and y’all know it, where he at? drop the lo’
give me the ball, i’ma sco’, i’m a felon, can’t show, yeah
‘member the l!cks on top of the l!cks, i scroll through my phone like, “who could we hit?”
it wasn’t nothin’ to wake up and rob, it was my job, i’m wit’ the sh*ts
i had a bih holdin’ my chopper, but keep that sh*t quiet, n*ggas’ll snitch
i got a forty and know it’s gon’ hit, get a lil money, i’m addin’ it swift
we gettin’ rich if it’s a l!ck, we split it five ways
[?] and pimp on a b*tch, that’s how i’m gettin’ paid
i’m in the glass house with a bad b*tch down the highway
i rap about pimpin’ women, i could tell a b*tch that crime pays (pimp)

- caskey clicklak lyrics

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