crip walkin' soldiers That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me All my fellas need to hear me, I want y'all to hear me clearly I'm not the picky
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soldiers. That can handle a chick like me. A chick like me. [Verse 2] All my fellas need to hear me. I want ya'll to hear me clearly. I'm not the picky
t avoid plus big voices getting hot They constantly sneaking on blocks They trying to bring me in unconscious But them pins got popped Now they got me on the run Cherishing
floor Easy papi, nah mami, teach me more I like to slow dance, I like to romance I like to stroll through the park holdin' hands Ask me how my day was, tell me
me, your love is all I need If you ain't know you make me, no one's ever shown you, baby To tell the truth [Incomprehensible] you've got me goin' crazy
for life like thugs love the night They sell drugs for ice for the Benz with bug lights Some hug mics to the world, hung like parasites The likes lethal
me to get work Forced me to get work On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes you'll hire me NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME!!! I gotta lil
come down Just let me fly Aye, aye, let me talk to um My whips push button, no car keys man Pop the top like a sardine can Wrist stay fluttered like
shoes (I'm a shoe fanatic) Wait, now I'm ready My Gucci's feel like Beyonce (Oh oh) And I'ma strut like Tyra in my Dolce's (Oh oh) Looking like a model
just bounce with me drop with me lean with it rock wit it i believe if can fly ATL pop with me. Girl shake yo laffy taffy. D4L fabo then map it.Candy
get the gas like auschwitz Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should Type takin niggas out like they packaged goods Rappers wanna contest They buggin Straight up and down we run the underground like
else get the gas like Auschwitz Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should Type takin' niggas out like they packaged goods Rappers wanna contest They buggin', straight up and down We run the underground like
again I came through with the shines like the streets was blind Didn't master my Algebra, no caliber stick me I was thinkin' how and for what? But reality bites Like
ahead of me Consider it a blessin' if you get to stand next to me Five star general, O.G. veteran Caked like Entenmann's, blowin' that celery Stack that cash like
come down, just let me fly [Young Joc] Ay ay let me talk to um My whips push but no car keys man Pop the top like a sardine can Wrist stay flooded like
plus big voices getting hot they constantly sneaking on blocks they trying to bring me in unconscious but them pins got popped now they got me on the run cherishing
