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BBBB Lyrics - Crooked I Songs Lyrics

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Still led a thug life i’m still an outlaw
Me and god cool while you prayin’
On my downfall still led a thug life
I’m still an outlaw me and god cool
While you prayin’ on my downfall
Still led a thug life i’m still an outlaw
Me and god cool while you prayin’
On my downfall did the shit without y’all
Come to your crib give your shots and draw blood
Like a doctor making house calls

Boss boss boss bitch every cross ross bit
Ross bit, every bar sit this is dog shit
In your yard bitch this is so disrespectful
Bitches know ’Bout the gliss and glow
This a neck for loop a time lotus
Do a large, pull up at the nudy bars
And stupid cars and supercharge rovers
We superstar novas we shinin’
We super bawlin’ do it all over
We grinding, cool y’all
We don’t want to get the harsh words
From critics see my mind might forgive it
But my heart won’t forget it man
I’m hard work committed my lyrics paint pictures
And my artwork is vivid just a hard working nigga
T-t-tod see i’m the ace i’m takin’ man place
Jack of kings 4 queens, then it’s the house rules
In the 90's it was cut off khakis and house shoes
Now it’s panamera porsches with the panoramic view
Down atlantic avenue that’s long beach nigga
Home of the lbc crew dynamics and dog pound
If you say you cob that bitch pulling her
Drawers down a wet clit with a piercing
My bitch pussy rock a five carat earing
Diving to that crotch quit treat it like a motherfucking
Slaughterhouse, mosh pit in this pacific division
I got an eye future don’t make the guy shoot you
That’s when your karma screw you i call karma sutra
I beg your pardon screw ya ye i’m brongo brol go west into and
Make you pussy strict man i uncle loop you
My crew true lie for you motherfuckers we independent
July 4th you motherfuckers crooked got the word
Playing for lupe fiasco and the gun played, the souffle
Your too pay you assholes it’s a new day
Look at my life path eventho it’s melamine in my pigment
I grew up living equivilent to white trash
White ass the reason i buy jags without blinking
The eyeslash at the price tags my past is so fucked up
It’s quite sad but i went from homeless
To property on the white sand pussy, pot
And promethazine i sold every drug
While you sucked a dick of a petty thug
You ain’t ready love crooked’s part of the spaghetti club
He’s giving bitches meat and balls he’s everything he said he was
Prob 38 45 9's a metamorphosise my grind
This is organized crime all i see is cob
It’s like i’m borderline blind and i’ll die for it now
Since we was born to die fine no nuts,no glory
Until they close the book on my million dollar story

I still led a thug life and i’m still an outlaw
Me and god cool while you prayin’ on my downfall
Did your shit without y’all
Come to your crib give your shots and draw blood
Like a doctor making house calls warrup skank

Outro
Still led the thug life
I’m still an outlaw still led the thug life
I’m still an outlaw the la lakers baby

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