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predators - the special crew lyrics

[intro: king alf & jody]
all eyes is on me
won’t tell no lies, won’t hold my tongue
don’t cry for me
(this slowside, b*tches)

[verse 1: king alf]
i don’t have no rapper friends, cuz i am a predator
d*ck like toaster, hit you with it, flip it over
slow ass b*tch, he’s a big ol’ goofy, like a logster
jump up in my lane, you gon’ get put on a poster
f*ck her on the first date, lamborghini roadster
i turn ten track into twelve, them bars had a growth spurt
we gon’ do some rapping later, i’ma need some throat first
i just got some head in a ghost, then i ghost her
yeah, yeah, out of here, your boyfriеnd a hoe sir
i see him out with her, i pretеnd like i don’t know her
i can’t do no features with you b*tches, it’s a “no, sir”
slowest rapper on earth, i’m not really from earth
we don’t dial 9*1*1, i let off that chrome first
i put in my own work, better do your homework
i can hear that money callin’, i pick up the first ring (go, go)
what you gon’ charge that old man for that p*ssy?
girl, don’t hurt me

[verse 2: king alf]
iced out all my closest bros, boost all they insurance up
iced out all my big ass hoes who turned into influencers
gyattery, f*ck that b*tch and leave, i don’t care who she f*ck
best sh*t out my closet, hot as h*ll, i got on yeezy uggs
i got moes with me, pump out the track, mean i got foes with me
you got goofies with you, before i do that, i keep some hoes with me
askin’ for my gun when i’m in cali’, b*tch, you ain’t pretty
stop dming me oh yea bro? these hoes below*semi
them slow was features, i don’t like yo fake sh*t
took them out that cheap sh*t, act like i dont make sh*t
never tell her, “sorry,” this car a ferrari
hoping on this h0m* sh*t, you think she was carti
[verse 3: king alf]
three slow gangtsers with me all times
i dont know who i dissed last time, i got alzheimer’s
i don’t know who them hoes is, now they all crying
amos, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
huntin’ the fake sh*t, and we with the hooligans
how im a f*cking racist? i just f*cked a coloured b*tch
i just f*cked amos chick and i ran her like olympics
got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
whose baby is it?
my crew puttin’ hoes on a track, pull up with the switches
this ain’t jimmy butler, but my crew got extensions
this ain’t columbine, but we came in with the trenches

- the special crew lyrics

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