Damn crystal can you hold my pistol
Cartiar shades on my eyes bitch I'm too official
I've been high bitch you gon die lil bro bro strapped up with a missile
I'm a boss I like to floss you can call me mista mista
F*ck yo nigga Bitch I'm looking for your mistress
(Nah I'm trippin nigga) I was look for the witness
Pockets strong and you know it man I look like la fitness
Bag secured I get it fast watch me hit yo ass with quickness
I ain't loving on no thotter I ain't trusting hoes
(No no no) I only got love for my bro's (the family bro)
Might fold a nigga hid the stick up in the coat
And of this rap shit ima show you I'm the goat
F*ck security bitch I walked in with my pole (big 44)
Promoters trippin had to give it to lil zo
I ain't going down bad by a nigga or hoe
Snatch my chain bitch who is you gon catch one to the throat
Damn crystal can you hold my pistol
I've been looking for a bitch blow this dick just like a whistle
(I'm just say) I'm just sayin all these niggas pockets little
With 2 bitches and they bad so I'm stuck up in the middle
Damn crystal can you hold my pistol
Cartiar shades on my eyes bitch I'm too official
I've been high bitch you gon die lil bro bro strapped up with a missile
I'm a boss I like to floss you can call me mista mista
Pulled up in a foreign nigga pulled up in a rental
I'm just trynna get my bankroll bigger
I be swaggin on a bitch hoe I'm fresher than yo nigga
Just be braggin cuhz I'm crip all these blues up in my figures
If it's static let him have it with this smoke shit I'm an addict
So nonchalant up on a nigga you would think my ass was actin
These niggas always in my mentions, my down fall is what they wishin
Play with us it gon get wicked, leave you day 1 nigga missin
2 Official - Crystal Lyrics
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Damn crystal can you hold my pistol
Cartiar shades on my eyes bitch I'm too official
I've been high bitch you gon die lil bro bro strapped up with a missile
I'm a boss I like to floss you can call me mista mista
F*ck yo nigga Bitch I'm looking for your mistress
(Nah I'm trippin nigga) I was look for the witness
Pockets strong and you know it man I look like la fitness
Bag secured I get it fast watch me hit yo ass with quickness
I ain't loving on no thotter I ain't trusting hoes
(No no no) I only got love for my bro's (the family bro)
Might fold a nigga hid the stick up in the coat
And of this rap shit ima show you I'm the goat
F*ck security bitch I walked in with my pole (big 44)
Promoters trippin had to give it to lil zo
I ain't going down bad by a nigga or hoe
Snatch my chain bitch who is you gon catch one to the throat
Damn crystal can you hold my pistol
I've been looking for a bitch blow this dick just like a whistle
(I'm just say) I'm just sayin all these niggas pockets little
With 2 bitches and they bad so I'm stuck up in the middle
Damn crystal can you hold my pistol
Cartiar shades on my eyes bitch I'm too official
I've been high bitch you gon die lil bro bro strapped up with a missile
I'm a boss I like to floss you can call me mista mista
Pulled up in a foreign nigga pulled up in a rental
I'm just trynna get my bankroll bigger
I be swaggin on a bitch hoe I'm fresher than yo nigga
Just be braggin cuhz I'm crip all these blues up in my figures
If it's static let him have it with this smoke shit I'm an addict
So nonchalant up on a nigga you would think my ass was actin
These niggas always in my mentions, my down fall is what they wishin
Play with us it gon get wicked, leave you day 1 nigga missin
Cartiar shades on my eyes bitch I'm too official
I've been high bitch you gon die lil bro bro strapped up with a missile
I'm a boss I like to floss you can call me mista mista
F*ck yo nigga Bitch I'm looking for your mistress
(Nah I'm trippin nigga) I was look for the witness
Pockets strong and you know it man I look like la fitness
Bag secured I get it fast watch me hit yo ass with quickness
I ain't loving on no thotter I ain't trusting hoes
(No no no) I only got love for my bro's (the family bro)
Might fold a nigga hid the stick up in the coat
And of this rap shit ima show you I'm the goat
F*ck security bitch I walked in with my pole (big 44)
Promoters trippin had to give it to lil zo
I ain't going down bad by a nigga or hoe
Snatch my chain bitch who is you gon catch one to the throat
Damn crystal can you hold my pistol
I've been looking for a bitch blow this dick just like a whistle
(I'm just say) I'm just sayin all these niggas pockets little
With 2 bitches and they bad so I'm stuck up in the middle
Damn crystal can you hold my pistol
Cartiar shades on my eyes bitch I'm too official
I've been high bitch you gon die lil bro bro strapped up with a missile
I'm a boss I like to floss you can call me mista mista
Pulled up in a foreign nigga pulled up in a rental
I'm just trynna get my bankroll bigger
I be swaggin on a bitch hoe I'm fresher than yo nigga
Just be braggin cuhz I'm crip all these blues up in my figures
If it's static let him have it with this smoke shit I'm an addict
So nonchalant up on a nigga you would think my ass was actin
These niggas always in my mentions, my down fall is what they wishin
Play with us it gon get wicked, leave you day 1 nigga missin
Writer: Devon Thompson
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