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straight to the bank (week 1) - crooked i lyrics

[verse 1: crooked i]
this is a letter to my true fans
take the letter n off the end of fan
add an m, yeah you my true fam
i ain’t never needed a news stand
just a new stance to understand the dudes the truth, d-mn
kiss a record executive’s -ss i can’t do
they wanna rape you before they bathe and ape you
i’m clapping my hands, p-ssy rapper well done
they bent you over, made you spell run, (r-u-n)
now that’s some deep sh-t, i’m on some g sh-t
like getting your peeps hit and not giving a f-ck the least bit
my trigger cl!ck l!ckety split, quick as e-swift
sip the liquor, that’s how quick a n-gga’s heat spit
i’m rap terror, i’m eating n-gga’s insides
heart dark as mascara surrounding prince eyes
ya’ll small french fries, inch size
this brother lynch guys, you’ll be dead way before the stench dies
i’m a way better swinger like i was trained by mayweather sr
crooked, they never seen ya, grey leather seats in the modena
sh-t that straight cheddar bringer
still thugging wave middle fingers
bosstradamus, this year i’m dropping “b.o.s.s.” i promise
haters, yeah i came across your comments
while i was lost off in the bahamas
with a awesome little mama
like buffy peeling off pyjamas
p-ssy so good i threw her some cheese son
d-ck was even better so she gave me a refund
speaking of d-ck i’m thinking you pr-cks can eat one
and don’t ride mine when that summer heat come
they say the truth shall come to the light
i guess the spotlight is on me when i’m clutching the mic
clutching it like chrome pipes
not the kind you find under a bike
the kind that makes swines run for your life
all you best rappers alive, you make a n-gga laugh ’til i cry
put the cash up, dance with the i
you could be the best rapper alive after i die
then i come back twice rapping with the p-ssion of christ
married to the streets, made her sign a prenup
taking my paper to the grave, bury me g’d up
lbc’d up, yeah cob’d up
so far ahead of you meth heads you better speed up
n-ggas pop pills getting e’d up
me, i’m addicted to lunesta cause i do it in my sleep, what
b.o.s.s., see you next week

- crooked i lyrics

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