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$crimmage - $crim lyrics

[intro]
uhh, $crim!
yeah, ain’t really much to say
i know you hear that tho

[verse 1]
bad b-tch in designer
gucci, louis, ‘bana
she feelin’ on her boy cause i mix-match my pyjamas
jocin with the homies, smokin’ marijuana
i beat the p-ssy up then i tell her pop a soma
miss me with that drama
ain’t got no baby momma
short on my money? well then we have a problem
i just got a check, pill poppin’ then i swallow
wait up by the hour, then i’m ducckin’ till i fall out
they gon’ respect my hustle, i know this sh-t be torture
i do this for a livin’, you’re a 9 to 5 worker
a motherf-ckin’ g*nius, haters feelin’ clueless
solve rubics cube the music how you feelin? i’m guessin’ stupid

[hook x2]
$crimmy got them b-tches slinging out my car
lungs like rufio, poppin’ on the xanny bars
callin’ on my ‘migo, i need a pack tomorrow
get money young homie and young buck to your fact

[verse 2]
i be ridin’ solo [?]
rappin’ and producin’, g*59 ceo though
smokin’ on that dojo
these rappers is soso
make them b-tches sing like sharon i’m sonny bono
whatchu wanna do?
a 50 times 2
that’s 100 motherf-cker and i’m feelin’ bulletproof
-ss i’mma show, hoes i’mma do
terry o’, k!ll ’em, say it oooooooohhh

[bridge]
$crimmy like ’em wet
$crimmy like them checks
$crimmy let it go
b-tches love my s-x
$crimmy like ’em wet
$crimmy like them checks
$crimmy let it go
and these b-tches love my s-x

[hook x4]
$crimmy got them b-tches slinging out my car
lungs like rufio, poppin’ on the xanny bars
callin’ on my ‘migo, i need a pack tomorrow
get money young homie and young buck to your fact

- crim lyrics

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