CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Crash Out
(Boy)
(I just told Richie we rich)
Yeah, uh, uh-uh
Yeah, uh, uh-uh
Yeah, uh, uh-uh
Yeah, uh, uh-uh
Oh, you heard I f**ked that b*t*h? I'm like, "Who told you that?"
Yeah, night time, super fly, lil' b*t*h, I'm just like a lil' bat
Yeah, I put Chrome Hearts all on that b*t*h and then won't call her back
Yeah, I just get the sack, yeah, f**k the quarterback
Yeah, I just spent the bag, yeah, I don't miss that bag
Yeah, I just f**ked that b*t*h, damn, think I miss her bad
Yeah, I'm rockin' boots and sh*t, yeah, I might just stomp yo' a** out
They hold my money up, f**k it, I might f**kin' crash out
Can't hold my cheese up, b*t*h, got my money fallin' out
I'm in the city, come and throw with me, lil' b*t*h, we ballin' out
I'm on the south, beat by Richie Souf
Yeah, I'm with your ho', yeah, d**k all in her mouth
Yeah, rockin' Ricky O', yeah, b*t*h, I got No Stylist
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm too turnt up, yeah, b*t*h, I'm really wildin'
Yeah, I'm the Top Floor Boss, lil' b*t*h, I run off money and power
Yeah, thinkin' 'bout coppin' a Demon, yeah, 200 miles per hour
Oh, you heard I f**ked that b*t*h? I'm like, "Who told you that?"
Yeah, night time, super fly, lil' b*t*h, I'm just like a lil' bat
Yeah, I put Chrome Hearts all on that b*t*h and then won't call her back
Yeah, I just get the sack, yeah, f**k the quarterback
Yeah, I just spent the bag, yeah, I don't miss that bag
Yeah, I just f**ked that b*t*h, damn, think I miss her bad
Yeah, I'm rockin' boots and sh*t, yeah, I might just stomp yo' a** out
They hold my money up, f**k it, I might f**kin' crash out
They hold my money up, f**k it, I might f**kin' crash out
That lil' b*t*h wanna come and f**k me, told her, "Pull up, a** out"
I'm too geeked up, yeah, f**k it, pop a perc and pa** out
I'm too geeked up, yeah, f**k it, I think I might pa** out
Whip that big truck just like, "F**k it" but please don't crash, dawg
Whip that lil' sh*t just like, "F**k it", I might just crash, dawg
For that lil' b*t*h that I'm f**kin', I might just cash out
Yeah, I'm gettin' bands, so f**k it, let's go and cash out
Like I'm servin' crack, yeah, these n***as fiendin' for me
Like I'm servin' crack, yeah, your b*t*h be fiendin' for me
Yeah, I always ask, "Why you actin' mean towards me?"
Yeah, all that cash on me, n***a, it influence me
Oh, you heard I f**ked that b*t*h? I'm like, "Who told you that?"
Yeah, night time, super fly, lil' b*t*h, I'm just like a lil' bat
Yeah, I put Chrome Hearts all on that b*t*h and then won't call her back
Yeah, I just get the sack, yeah, f**k the quarterback
Yeah, I just spent the bag, yeah, I don't miss that bag
Yeah, I just f**ked that b*t*h, damn, think I miss her bad
Yeah, I'm rockin' boots and sh*t, yeah, I might just stomp yo' a** out
They hold my money up, f**k it, I might f**kin' crash out
B*t*h, let's go (Boy)
(I just told Richie we rich)
Yeah, uh, uh-uh
Yeah, uh, uh-uh
Yeah, uh, uh-uh
Yeah, uh, uh-uh
Oh, you heard I f**ked that b*t*h? I'm like, "Who told you that?"
Yeah, night time, super fly, lil' b*t*h, I'm just like a lil' bat
Yeah, I put Chrome Hearts all on that b*t*h and then won't call her back
Yeah, I just get the sack, yeah, f**k the quarterback
Yeah, I just spent the bag, yeah, I don't miss that bag
Yeah, I just f**ked that b*t*h, damn, think I miss her bad
Yeah, I'm rockin' boots and sh*t, yeah, I might just stomp yo' a** out
They hold my money up, f**k it, I might f**kin' crash out
Can't hold my cheese up, b*t*h, got my money fallin' out
I'm in the city, come and throw with me, lil' b*t*h, we ballin' out
I'm on the south, beat by Richie Souf
Yeah, I'm with your ho', yeah, d**k all in her mouth
Yeah, rockin' Ricky O', yeah, b*t*h, I got No Stylist
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm too turnt up, yeah, b*t*h, I'm really wildin'
Yeah, I'm the Top Floor Boss, lil' b*t*h, I run off money and power
Yeah, thinkin' 'bout coppin' a Demon, yeah, 200 miles per hour
Oh, you heard I f**ked that b*t*h? I'm like, "Who told you that?"
Yeah, night time, super fly, lil' b*t*h, I'm just like a lil' bat
Yeah, I put Chrome Hearts all on that b*t*h and then won't call her back
Yeah, I just get the sack, yeah, f**k the quarterback
Yeah, I just spent the bag, yeah, I don't miss that bag
Yeah, I just f**ked that b*t*h, damn, think I miss her bad
Yeah, I'm rockin' boots and sh*t, yeah, I might just stomp yo' a** out
They hold my money up, f**k it, I might f**kin' crash out
They hold my money up, f**k it, I might f**kin' crash out
That lil' b*t*h wanna come and f**k me, told her, "Pull up, a** out"
I'm too geeked up, yeah, f**k it, pop a perc and pa** out
I'm too geeked up, yeah, f**k it, I think I might pa** out
Whip that big truck just like, "F**k it" but please don't crash, dawg
Whip that lil' sh*t just like, "F**k it", I might just crash, dawg
For that lil' b*t*h that I'm f**kin', I might just cash out
Yeah, I'm gettin' bands, so f**k it, let's go and cash out
Like I'm servin' crack, yeah, these n***as fiendin' for me
Like I'm servin' crack, yeah, your b*t*h be fiendin' for me
Yeah, I always ask, "Why you actin' mean towards me?"
Yeah, all that cash on me, n***a, it influence me
Oh, you heard I f**ked that b*t*h? I'm like, "Who told you that?"
Yeah, night time, super fly, lil' b*t*h, I'm just like a lil' bat
Yeah, I put Chrome Hearts all on that b*t*h and then won't call her back
Yeah, I just get the sack, yeah, f**k the quarterback
Yeah, I just spent the bag, yeah, I don't miss that bag
Yeah, I just f**ked that b*t*h, damn, think I miss her bad
Yeah, I'm rockin' boots and sh*t, yeah, I might just stomp yo' a** out
They hold my money up, f**k it, I might f**kin' crash out
B*t*h, let's go (Boy)
