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tony 2c - dj muggs x crimeapple lyrics

[intro]
woah (you know), woah, woah (you know)
you want that buddah? (all of it)
hola mi, papá (woah)
(cartagena)

[verse 1]
saben pen, clockin’ yen, your pocket thin, what’s chips without the dip? (woah)
get a grip, i can’t give out the flip for low amounts, what’s this? (what’s this?)
mississippi*river drip, get off the d*ck, liver lips (woah)
i’m living, you gotta live with it, you swimmin’ in insignificance (no)
i’m swimmin’ in coochie midst and dividends
livin’ this movie, b*tch, seats in the camioneta same colour as my muñeca (beep, grrt, grtt, grtt)
tate, quieto es de lejos, have you breathin’ menos
i fiend for queso while you pleadin’, needin’ me to let go (woah)
choking the game like p. j. ’til we on a pj (yeah)
eatin’ pb and js, sippin’ e&j in a convеnient sp*ce (yeah, yеah*yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah, toma)
i’m never losin’ touch, we flew for a slew of bucks
watching my paper turn purple and blue like somebody went and bruised it up (toma)
they be like, “yo, crime is cool as f*ck” (okay)
i’m just doing my due diligence, but if dude did it malicious, then you know we gotta move ’em up
where the gates pearly, cremate the weight early
going ape for like sixty minutes straight, leavin’ at 8:30
surely (woah)
okay, okay
[chorus]
you want that buddah? you don’t gotta hope, here’s your chance
you know who got that dope on demand (you know who got that dope on demand)
you don’t gotta hope, here’s your chance
you know who got that dope on demand (you know who got that dope)
woah

[verse 2]
b*tch said, “crime, you know magic?” i said, “como no (como no, ma)
i grin, you see all the glow when the winter snow approach (bing, bing*bing)
i’m tryna got to the poconos for throat with a cambodian ho, call it arepa e chocolo
but that’s somethin’ that only the homies would know (facts)
tony pulled up with the, “tu si”, like, “excuse me” (yo, tony, what up?)
had everybody doin’ the watusi (woo)
sh*t, i don’t even be wearin’ be gucci
but please believe me (please believe me, baby)
ironically everything is gucci (woah)
i’m watchin’ the world burn while the flowers blossom
quarantine, i was playin’ possum, probably layed up with a natasha (hey, baby)
formulatin’ burundanga, dope on demand
you know i get throat in the van, and i get low when i can (skrrt)
d*mn, i might pop up in birmingham servin’ yams, you got a nervous hand (woah)
this that work i should birth and get thirty bands (woah)
man, woah, woah (ay*yay*yay), ay, papá

[chorus]
you want that buddah? you don’t gotta hope, here’s your chance
you know who got that dope on demand (you know who got that dope on demand, ay)
you want that buddah? you don’t gotta hope, here’s your chance
you know who got that dope on demand (you know who got that dope on demand)
you don’t gotta hope, here’s your chance
you know who got that dope on demand (you know who got that dope, uh)
said, you don’t gotta hope, here’s your chance
you know who got that dope on demand (me estás ya sabe, papi)
man
[refrain]
tony pulled up with the, “tu si”, like, “excuse me” (yo, tony, what’s crackin’?)
had everybody doin’ the watusi (okay)
i don’t even be wearing be gucci
but please believe me (woah)
ironically everything is gucci (woah*woah, woah*woah, woah*woah, woah*woah)
tony pulled up with the, “tu si”, like, “excuse me” (yo, tony)
had everybody doin’ the watusi (woo)
i don’t even be wearing be gucci
but please believe me

[outro]
i’m livin’ life, man
(woah, woah, ay, papá)
(woah, you want that buddah?)

[skit]
knah*i’m*sayin’, if you got somebody with a f*ckin’ left
knah*i’m*sayin’, if you know somebody, if you got to their left
then you know this sh*t is obsession
otherwise, that f*cking sh*t is coming, heroin
i’m telling you, real, ’cause they wanna stretch it
what, what dealer’s, tell me, tell me this, my g
tell me, tell me, g, my g, tell me this
what dealers doesn’t want a strap

- dj muggs x crimeapple lyrics

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