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go crazy - junked lyrics

[intro: junked]
yeah
let’s talk about some crazy sh-t man..
mike-g, m.vegas, c-n-lli
yeah

[verse 1: mike-g]
still a independent artist
still k!lling sh-t
b roll that blunt up
let me get hit
we in the south-side
tatted like a mexican
swerving lane 2 lane
f-cking with pedestrians
i’m a veteran
fly in my letterman
dudes sleeping on me
like david and goliath and them
doing the c-walk
f-cking with them compton crips
drinking old e
looking like a caught a lick
my b’s throw it up
now where them sets at
never give a bird bread
or cheese to a rat
dub stepping
with that 44 cadillac
i’m going nuts like a crackerjack
dip that blunt cognac
meet me on the east
that phone might be tapped
out in la
them fruittown n-gg-s strapped
mad dog 20 20
on a diet
my pockets h-lla chunky
blow the chronic n-gg-
sipping on gin & juice
going crazy
gifted rebel
is the label that’s pays me
junked hit me up
said we going brazy
the chronic got me high
swear i’m getting lazy
fresh chucks and d-ckey khaki’s
bandana on my backside
but it ain’t the crip side
snoop dogg
in my low ride
we westside certified
got these n-gg-s by a slandside

[hook: m.vegas]
man this sh-t go crazy
when you hear that beat banging
my homies really about it
yeah they twisting up fingers
this sh-t go crazy
the way we living so amazing
rolling up that og
and we flexing so outrageous
this sh-t go crazy
you with some real dam players
don’t bring that girl around
because we just might take her
this sh-t go crazy
and can’t n-body play us
and can’t n-body fade us

[verse 2: c-n-lli]
pull up to the spot
make them heads turn
new red bottoms
made the floor burn
my b-tch so bad
make ya neck hurt
and she gimme head
while i make
that f-cking thang swerve
make my wrist drip
when i grip grain
boy i made a new hit
thats a new chain
boy i hit a new b-tch
had her back sprained
need em real thick
boy im into doing big things
yea
winter time sh-t boy im on fire
make it too hot
boy i got the city on lock
bring my name up
i on hear boy im on top
they ain’t never did sh-t
yea
i just called shots
yea
now all of my clothes is designer
jewels on my body
stedy drippin like its agua
b-tches hear my name
and they pop it like its nada
im just trinna
make the money plays
get it multiply it
yea
they gon try to stop u if u got it
when you bout to make it boy
i swear thats the hardest
yea yea
this sh-t too crazy
never let em play you boy
f-ck you pay meee

[bridge: m.vegas & junked]
when you hear that beat banging
my homies really about it
yeah they twisting up fingers
go, go crazy with it
you with some real dam players
don’t bring that girl around
because we just might take her
loc’ed out g’s goin crazy
when you hear that beat banging
my homies really about it
yeah they twisting up fingers
go, go crazy with it
you with some real dam players
don’t bring that girl around
because we just might take her
loc’ed out g’s goin crazy

- junked lyrics

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