CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Crazy
Chorus:
Pull up, crazy
I’m balling Swayze
My n***as crazy, they’ll f**k your lady
And then she lie to you
That’s real shady
These b*t*hes, crazy
These n***as, crazy
Verse:
I’m the man, I’m the man
Green up Peter Pan
Y’all n***as lookin’
Y’all some fans
But let me slow down
‘Cause a n***a got plans
Don’t none of these n***as want hands
I’ll slow down for a n***a (i’ll slow down for a n***a)
I’ll speed up on a n***a (i’ll speed up on a n***a)
I don’t give a f**k lil n***a
I’ll T up on a n***a
Came from the bottom, made it to the top
n***as tried to play me
Had to get the mop
Keep cleaning, man this sh*t non stop
Man in the corner, shot right though the opp
Mama f**king crying
Make some widows drop
Tears in his eyes
All you hеar is “pop”
Goes the weasеl
I’m playing this sh*t like the Beatles
Y’all n***as is hawk, dears, and bears
I’m hunting my prey like a eagle
My man got the arm like he Vick
I’m catching that sh*t like I’m Jackson
I’m tryna sign a bird like I’m Braxton
I know that sh*t hit like a back hand
But I’m
Cruising, moving, doing, things
f**king your b*t*h and she kinky
Red hair like she pinky
Beat the pu**y like a Twinkie
Pretty lil f**king chick
Light skin and she thick
Yeah, you know I had to hit
And after that she want a kiss
I’m from dirty Jersey, yeah we really dirty
I’ll hit a n***a, have him seeing blurry
Leave have his body cold like a f**king flurry
Yeah these n***as shooting like they Stephen Curry, damn
From the 3 line
Im so high, I’m on cloud 9
In the sky, ain’t no airline
Money green I see dollar signs, aye
Chorus:
Pull up, crazy
I’m balling Swayze
My n***as crazy, they’ll f**k your lady
And then she lie to you
That’s real shady
These b*t*hes, crazy
These n***as, crazy
Pull up, crazy
I’m balling Swayze
My n***as crazy, they’ll f**k your lady
And then she lie to you
That’s real shady
These b*t*hes, crazy
These n***as, crazy
Verse:
I’m the man, I’m the man
Green up Peter Pan
Y’all n***as lookin’
Y’all some fans
But let me slow down
‘Cause a n***a got plans
Don’t none of these n***as want hands
I’ll slow down for a n***a (i’ll slow down for a n***a)
I’ll speed up on a n***a (i’ll speed up on a n***a)
I don’t give a f**k lil n***a
I’ll T up on a n***a
Came from the bottom, made it to the top
n***as tried to play me
Had to get the mop
Keep cleaning, man this sh*t non stop
Man in the corner, shot right though the opp
Mama f**king crying
Make some widows drop
Tears in his eyes
All you hеar is “pop”
Goes the weasеl
I’m playing this sh*t like the Beatles
Y’all n***as is hawk, dears, and bears
I’m hunting my prey like a eagle
My man got the arm like he Vick
I’m catching that sh*t like I’m Jackson
I’m tryna sign a bird like I’m Braxton
I know that sh*t hit like a back hand
But I’m
Cruising, moving, doing, things
f**king your b*t*h and she kinky
Red hair like she pinky
Beat the pu**y like a Twinkie
Pretty lil f**king chick
Light skin and she thick
Yeah, you know I had to hit
And after that she want a kiss
I’m from dirty Jersey, yeah we really dirty
I’ll hit a n***a, have him seeing blurry
Leave have his body cold like a f**king flurry
Yeah these n***as shooting like they Stephen Curry, damn
From the 3 line
Im so high, I’m on cloud 9
In the sky, ain’t no airline
Money green I see dollar signs, aye
Chorus:
Pull up, crazy
I’m balling Swayze
My n***as crazy, they’ll f**k your lady
And then she lie to you
That’s real shady
These b*t*hes, crazy
These n***as, crazy
