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Crazy Lyrics - Artist : Slim Thug
Bitch you gotta be crazy
Bitch you gotta be crazy Hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy Think you gon’ fuck with my biggas Bitch you gotta be crazy Think you finna stop this money Bitch you gotta be crazy Ooh, bitch you gotta be crazy Hold up, hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy Think I ain’t strapped that bank Bitch you gotta be crazy You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming Bitch you gotta be crazy Bitch you gotta be crazy Pretty and broke, you gotta be lazy Say she want my baby Told her bitch you gotta be crazy I’ve been hustling all my life Favour that fucking paid me Now you want me to spend it out with you Bitch you gotta be crazy I’m bout to take it to the table Let everybody eat (let everybody eat) All I got is a bunch of ‘Fuck you’s’ When they got on they feet They’ll be your BFF when they need you But they as fake as my teeth Look real, act real but ain’t really real in them streets Me? I’m real as can be Started from the bottom Put my hood on the map Got paper, got smut, got legal Now I’m done with doing the dumb shit in the trap All my niggas locked up And the feds are there so it’s fuck the game I ain’t never let a bitch break me You gotta be insane Thugga Bitch you gotta be crazy Bitch you gotta be crazy Hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy Think you gon’ fuck with my biggas Bitch you gotta be crazy Think you finna stop this money Bitch you gotta be crazy Ooh, bitch you gotta be crazy Hold up, hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy Think I ain’t strapped that bank Bitch you gotta be crazy You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming Bitch you gotta be crazy I let my money fly out my hand Please remind me of Mamma Cabase I drink it straight, fuck the trace I don’t be flexing you know I’m made (know I’m made) You ain’t gotta put me on a list (on a list) You don’t even know who I is Hold up, bitch you guessing, bitch you guessing You ain’t never seen a man cagle like this Body rocking moving side to side It’s like I’m making switches in the drive, I drive My Cadillac looking like a figure skater Making circles up and down your block We might left a lot, asking lotta questions Like why I haven’t seen a tire Seems like you can chase em, nah I let em chase me Used to give a fuck but then I stopped Bitch you gotta be crazy Hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy Think you gon’ fuck with my biggas Bitch you gotta be crazy Think you finna stop this money Bitch you gotta be crazy Ooh, bitch you gotta be crazy Hold up, hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy Think I ain’t strapped that bank Bitch you gotta be crazy You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming Bitch you gotta be crazy Ooh, bitch you gotta be crazy Hold up, hold up, bitch you gotta be crazy Think I ain’t strapped that bank Bitch you gotta be crazy You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming Bitch you gotta be crazy Hold up |
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