Crooked I - BBBB lyrics

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Crooked I - BBBB lyrics

[Chorus:] 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 sh** without y'all Come to your crib Give your shots and draw blood Like a doctor making house calls [Verse:] Boss boss boss b**h Every cross ross bit Ross bit, every bar sit, this is dog sh** In your yard b**h This is so disrespectful b**hes 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 n***a 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 n***a Home of the LBC crew Dynamics and dog pound If you say you COB That b**h pulling her drawers down A wet clit with a piercing My b**h p**y rock a five carat earing Diving to that crotch quit Treat it like a motherf**ing 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 p**y strict man I uncle Loop you My crew true lie for you motherf**ers We independent july 4th you motherf**ers Crooked got the word playing for Lupe Fiasco And the gun played, the souffle Your too pay you a**holes 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 a**, the reason I buy jags Without blinking the eyeslash at the price tags My past is so f**ed up, it's quite sad But I went from homeless to property on the white sand p**y, pot, and promethazine I sold every drug, While you s**ed a dick of a petty thug You ain't ready love Crooked's part of the spaghetti club He's giving b**hes 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 [Chorus:] I still led a thug life And I'm still an outlaw Me and God cool While you prayin' on my downfall Did your sh** 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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