Crazy - Gucci Mane et Waka Flocka Flame Paroles , lyrics

Paroles de Crazy de Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame

Crazy est une chanson de Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame pour laquelle les paroles ont été ajoutées en octobre 2012.

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Hallelujah, my plug just send me 50, I got first right a refusal
My bitches my man shooter, I might make my bitch go do you
Don't bring your bitch around my chick, my bitch might jimmy chiu her
It's gwap, I ain't hip hop, but I bet my diamonds bluer
Got 3 sparks, I got 3 draws and I ain't no nigga cooler
Got 3 range, I got 3 chains and I think I'm ricky ruler
That be on niggas in my straight 8, cause that's how I maneuver, Gucci!
Make trap back, I had a flash back, when I shot at that intruder
In a section, full of bad bitches, and they wanna smell hooters
Way I beat the block, way I work the track
Make you think I'm a producer
Inside your head, medusa, you're dumb head, you need a tutor

I might not buy a new Mercedes, but i'ma drive your ass crazy
That's something she just done phase me
The way she suck it, so amazing
I'm bout to drive a bitch crazy,
That's something she just done phase me
I'm bout to make a bitch pay me, pay me
You taking care of nigga baby
I'm bout to drive a bitch crazy

Wave flag, no black car, flat back car, of 2 bars with 3 broads
40 grands on my g stars, pinkslips don't lease ours
Who the fuck you think we are, retard!
Kief start this bricksquad, that candy touch your body part
Trapped up like toll cars, goons have it real like the druglords
Got young shooters and dope guards
My annals are dope boys, like a drugzar in a cold war
Pistol whip a nigga with a crowbar
Security guards they trelling you, so we pulling up and shooting both calls
Bag em nigga like a bad boy, paint a nigga like mozart
Say nigga life has gived in, wanna find his ass in the junkyard
Murder shit I know boy, I ain't really scared of no boy
Couple of home boys and lil joy, and they all waiting to come home boy
That's bricks all on my thunder, bricks all on my flow boy
And you know a nigga pay the ...but respect me, I can't go for it
All my hoes are fly for, all my nigga are die for
I can tell a killer when I see one, you can say Gucci got an eye for


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