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crystal controls - nym lo & statik selektah lyrics

[intro: nym lo]
ahh, ahh, ahh
statik selektah

[chorus: nym lo]
in and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
judges fillin’ up they dockets, foreign car i love to drop it
crystal controls, that’s in the c*ckpit
money over b*tches, mob sh*t
in and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
judges fillin’ up they dockets, foreign car i love to drop it (foreign cars)
crystal controls, that’s in the c*ckpit
money over b*tches, mob sh*t
[verse 1: nym lo]
feelin’ like tony soprano avoidin’ pianos (why?)
’cause the boss never tossed the keys (ha)
forty bands in my dungarees
big truck when i pull up like a hummer v
duckin’ d’s, brother please
she tryna get ahead, so she suckin’ the seed
i’m tryna get some head ’cause f*ckin’ with me
that’s how she gon’ f*ckin’ succeed
we been stuck in the p’s, i got twenty off that hunnid a b (facts)
and we called the park the dust head, middle finger f*ck feds
you tried to get some money on my side, then we gon’ bump heads
numbers that we did was astronomical, numbers that y’all did was comical
presidential, i brought obama through
bussin’ the wristes got me f*ckin’ ya b*tches (bling)
felt like coach was too small, we was stuck in the trenches
what’s up with these n*ggas? they front then it’s up with these n*ggas (brr)
pour out henny, tilt the cups for these n*ggas, lo

[chorus: nym lo & rome streetz]
in and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
judges fillin’ up they dockets, foreign car i love to drop it
crystal controls, that’s in the c*ckpit
money over b*tches, mob sh*t
in and out the projects, money in and out my pockets
judges fillin’ up they dockets, foreign car i love to drop it
crystal controls, that’s in the c*ckpit
money over b*tches, mob sh*t (a*yo)
[verse 2: rome streetz]
fly, obnoxious middle finger to the coppers
if it’s up to me, you say ”judge, suck my d*ck” on the docket (suck my d*ck, n*gga)
the object is full of whole safe up with the profit (uh*huh)
and not get knocked in the process
i used a razor to chop little pieces of rock and put it on the scale top (word)
got a couple hunnid grams out my mailbox (i did)
foreign off the lot, lucky lefty, southpaw unorthodoxed
right palm holdin’ the firearm, lettin’ off the shot (bra*bra)
i’m burberry to the floor, but i been had stripes before
sold everything that i bagged up and copped twice as more
on the flip side i been nice, that’s why these wh0res all recite my scores (uh*huh)
everything i drop been raw like bolivian snort
no key for the ignition, press a b*tton, i pull off (skrrt)
all you n*ggas lost, your sh*t sound forced, ya songs get fast forward (you n*ggas trash)
my songs come on, they smash they head on the dashboard
cold hard cash is what we trap for, n*gga

- nym lo statik selektah lyrics

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