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finer things - crooked i lyrics

[intro: crooked i]
c.o.b
circle of bosses
cash over b*tches
crip or blood
conductin’ organized business
yeah
i’m in this maf*cka with the horseshoe gang, ya’nada’mean (blat*tat*tat, blaow)
we ain’t doin’ nuttin’ but a…
keepin’ it bossy (yeah)
but hold on

[verse]
yo
that’s it, i’m burnin’ n*ggas like acid
as if you could last with my classics
i’m that sh*t, rap spittin’ jurassic
lit like a matchstick when we match whips
i’m that sick, light the booth like a campfire
the amplifiers, i’m a vampire
give the track flat tires
soon as i lift my voice like a black choir
hard to read like a d*mn liar
every time i spit, i lose control
stickin’ my dirk diggler in music hole
still artistic enough to paint a picture of music soul
the best truth be told
had to drop the m*th*f*ckin’ bossacre
rap’s my b*tch now, y’all can get off of her
before breakin off laws occur
draw in front of the officer
i’m in a awesome spur
ever seen a drive*by shooter rockin’ gucci apparel
iced out like a nubian pharaoh
i’ll be the bow, you be the arrow
i’ma shoot you, n*gga
i be the trigger, my crew be the barrel
’cause when i get pulled, we all gon’ pop
then them separate release dates, we all gon’ drop
watchin’ 106 & park, gettin’ sick of ya song
then i realise i f*cked every video hoe
in every video known
every video shown
really doe, makin’ pretty hoes moan
benzie on chrome
iunno why i’m way flyer than you
you ridin’ on 20’s, i ride higher than you
22 inch wires, i might admire the view
a nine and a dime, my c*ckpit require the two
’til i retire, i spit like i desire the flu
be sicker than n*ggas, that’s what i aspire to do
and i’m ridin’ with so many gorillas, you’d think i hired a zoo
fire your 22, i fire bazoo…
kas
expire you…
’cause
i’m tired of you
you not as fire as you…
was
give ’em a blindfold and a marlboro
blat, i’m takin’ your spot tomorrow, bro
‘lotta n*ggas fell off, i think we all know
now, should i give ’em a pass, i’m like “nah, hoe”
they hear me, man
they sayin’ dude is mean
not knowin’ they listenin’ to the future king
bling, bling, king of spit
what do you mean?
if you the king, why don’t you do a thing (for what?)
for the coast
in the hood, you a ghost
not even in the club, scared to post with your folks
on the video, n*gga’s dogs and they loc’s
bangin’ like they active
you n*ggas got jokes
hahahahah
[outro]
yeah
you n*ggas got jokes, man
hahahah (ha, ha)
it’s the bossacre, n*gga
felli fel
and the don, nik bean
c.o.b
b*tch
y’all n*ggas got jokes

- crooked i lyrics

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