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lirik lagu crime poetry (outro) – young m.a

[intro]
oh, this what we doin’?
aight, alright, bet
i gotta get a little c-cky on this one, man
i gotta get a little bocky on this one, ya heard?
uh

[verse 1]
holy f-ckin’ moly, i’m a superstar
i drive supercars
i f-ck the smartest women
i f-ck stupid broads
they know who i is
they know who i are
fill this cup up like a battery and now i’m supercharged
fill this blunt up, take off like a rocket
i see superstars
moon and mars
put a message on a bullet
now they know who my shooters are (grrr)
covered up in these tattoos because we can’t remove the scars
turn myself into a boss
a ceo, i’m who in charge
uh, in love with the game
cupid shot me through the heart, huh
had to break up with fame
because it broke my mood apart
man, i chase them checks so much
i nearly tore my shoes apart
i’m not a rapper, i’m an artists
b-tch, do not confuse the art, no

[interlude]
just let that sink in
i’ma let that, i’ma let that sink in

[verse 2]
uh, who do i trust?
me, that’s who
i do what i must
i do what i love
you do what you l-st
i don’t do it for luck
i do it for bucks
i do it for blessings
turn my l into lessons
this is a message
i don’t hear you haters
must be losin’ reception
i am the plug (woo)
my only connect is connect with the money
don’t f-ck with my money (woo)
the chopper went up, now you jumpin’ like bungee
was raised in the city
was raised in the country
they pour up the henny
they pour up the muddy
cut the b-tch off, had to get it some cutty
the prettiest n-gga but sh-t could get ugly
i got a blue heart but i throw up the bl–dy
the money, the blue
that’s word to kentucky
don’t care about sh-t
the liquor, it numb me
you hate me, you love me
they leave when it rain
they come when it sunny
the grinch in my pocket, that’s why they so grumpy
she said that i’m cute, but cute is for puppies, huh
b-tch, i’m a dog, hu
just feed me and f-ck me
and roll up a blunt while you rub me
put d-ck in your box, you put food in my tummy (food in my tummy)
when we get home, better take off them clothes and no phones
put your hair in a scrunchy (hair in a scrunchy)
freak in the sheets but a queen in the streets
got me singin’ like isn’t she lovely?
i hate on n-ggas b-tchin’
listen, trigger finger itchn’, just call me a junkie
woo, uh, woo, uh
this sh-t is deeper than rap, this is above me
i am the monkey that’s stuck in the middle of misunderstandin’ and judgment
they think that they bringin’ me down (no)
but i’m up to somethin’ (i’m up to somethin’)
i’m here and i’m stickin’ around (huh)
this is not up for discussion, n-gga, huh
gimme some head until you get a concussion, yeah
to me, it’s just normal, to some, it’s disgustin’, yeah
yeah, throw her -ss on the bed when she’s fussin’ and cussin’, uh
like, -ssume the position, stop makin’ -ssumptions
without the support, i am nothin’
shout out my producer, i can’t forget the production
i broke a few hearts, had to do some construction
i swear it’s so hard to ignore that seduction
red dot on the glock, look like she blushin’
i’ma just sh-t on them n-ggas that thought they were stoppin’ my toilet from flushin’

- young m a

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