Ha ha ha ha ha
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I be trolling y'all like for real
2080 Music
YZN
Rändöm Müsic
Blah
Wrist up, I flood my-my-my-my-my-my-my-my-motherf*ckin' f*ckin' wrists up (yeah)
I'm in the back, countin all this paper lil' bitch I got my shits up (yeah)
Bentley Bentayga my wrists, I'm feelin' my pockets, I'm blitzed up
Prada said they made me, Prada done made your bitch (bitch, bitch)
I need a rockstar bitch, not no crazy bitch (yeah, yeah)
I need a designer bitch
I'm in the crow for life, huh (yeah)
I'm in the back, countin' up this paper, lil' bitch, I count it right, huh
I put the wock and the motherf*ckin' Sprite in the cup and I got no ice
Nigga be trippin' about that shit, but don't ain't got no life (no life)
Niggas out here be countin' the bread But nigga's, not counting it right
Nigga, got Glocks but how you gonna pull with a Glock on 101 fist fight
Nigga be cheatin', he don't give a f*ck
I pull up with the drum, I lit that boy up like a motherf*ckin' candle light
F*ck, how you miss that
Glock got a switch and got a lil' haptic feedback
Had to repeat that
Nigga be signin' this shit like a motherf*ckin' NDA
I'm ballin' you niggas, I'm ballin' you niggas like it's in a motherf*ckin' NBA
I shoot a Glock and I make it lil sound, make it a shit like a HBA
You niggas be shootin' up dice, but niggas be faker they faker like anime
You niggas be flexin' the same old dollars, but don't really got it any other day
I got the receipts to back me up, I get the guap every day
I bet I could flood your bitch, make a draw two, huh, lil' bitch
I got three bitches to try to rob me off of Lululemon
I'm in the back, count up, this paper, I stretched ( just like Reed Richard's)
Broke lil' bitch try to hit a, lil' lil' finesse
Think I'm f*ckin' stupid
Broke lil' bitch, she think she cute, but don't got no car
Broke lil' bitch, she think she cute, but don't got no job
Broke lil' bitch, she think she cute, but don't got no mindset
Broke lil' bitch kinda spoiled, tryna get into my mind, kinda toxic
YZNRevenge - Crow 4L Lyrics
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English
Ha ha ha ha ha
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I be trolling y'all like for real
2080 Music
YZN
Rändöm Müsic
Blah
Wrist up, I flood my-my-my-my-my-my-my-my-motherf*ckin' f*ckin' wrists up (yeah)
I'm in the back, countin all this paper lil' bitch I got my shits up (yeah)
Bentley Bentayga my wrists, I'm feelin' my pockets, I'm blitzed up
Prada said they made me, Prada done made your bitch (bitch, bitch)
I need a rockstar bitch, not no crazy bitch (yeah, yeah)
I need a designer bitch
I'm in the crow for life, huh (yeah)
I'm in the back, countin' up this paper, lil' bitch, I count it right, huh
I put the wock and the motherf*ckin' Sprite in the cup and I got no ice
Nigga be trippin' about that shit, but don't ain't got no life (no life)
Niggas out here be countin' the bread But nigga's, not counting it right
Nigga, got Glocks but how you gonna pull with a Glock on 101 fist fight
Nigga be cheatin', he don't give a f*ck
I pull up with the drum, I lit that boy up like a motherf*ckin' candle light
F*ck, how you miss that
Glock got a switch and got a lil' haptic feedback
Had to repeat that
Nigga be signin' this shit like a motherf*ckin' NDA
I'm ballin' you niggas, I'm ballin' you niggas like it's in a motherf*ckin' NBA
I shoot a Glock and I make it lil sound, make it a shit like a HBA
You niggas be shootin' up dice, but niggas be faker they faker like anime
You niggas be flexin' the same old dollars, but don't really got it any other day
I got the receipts to back me up, I get the guap every day
I bet I could flood your bitch, make a draw two, huh, lil' bitch
I got three bitches to try to rob me off of Lululemon
I'm in the back, count up, this paper, I stretched ( just like Reed Richard's)
Broke lil' bitch try to hit a, lil' lil' finesse
Think I'm f*ckin' stupid
Broke lil' bitch, she think she cute, but don't got no car
Broke lil' bitch, she think she cute, but don't got no job
Broke lil' bitch, she think she cute, but don't got no mindset
Broke lil' bitch kinda spoiled, tryna get into my mind, kinda toxic
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I be trolling y'all like for real
2080 Music
YZN
Rändöm Müsic
Blah
Wrist up, I flood my-my-my-my-my-my-my-my-motherf*ckin' f*ckin' wrists up (yeah)
I'm in the back, countin all this paper lil' bitch I got my shits up (yeah)
Bentley Bentayga my wrists, I'm feelin' my pockets, I'm blitzed up
Prada said they made me, Prada done made your bitch (bitch, bitch)
I need a rockstar bitch, not no crazy bitch (yeah, yeah)
I need a designer bitch
I'm in the crow for life, huh (yeah)
I'm in the back, countin' up this paper, lil' bitch, I count it right, huh
I put the wock and the motherf*ckin' Sprite in the cup and I got no ice
Nigga be trippin' about that shit, but don't ain't got no life (no life)
Niggas out here be countin' the bread But nigga's, not counting it right
Nigga, got Glocks but how you gonna pull with a Glock on 101 fist fight
Nigga be cheatin', he don't give a f*ck
I pull up with the drum, I lit that boy up like a motherf*ckin' candle light
F*ck, how you miss that
Glock got a switch and got a lil' haptic feedback
Had to repeat that
Nigga be signin' this shit like a motherf*ckin' NDA
I'm ballin' you niggas, I'm ballin' you niggas like it's in a motherf*ckin' NBA
I shoot a Glock and I make it lil sound, make it a shit like a HBA
You niggas be shootin' up dice, but niggas be faker they faker like anime
You niggas be flexin' the same old dollars, but don't really got it any other day
I got the receipts to back me up, I get the guap every day
I bet I could flood your bitch, make a draw two, huh, lil' bitch
I got three bitches to try to rob me off of Lululemon
I'm in the back, count up, this paper, I stretched ( just like Reed Richard's)
Broke lil' bitch try to hit a, lil' lil' finesse
Think I'm f*ckin' stupid
Broke lil' bitch, she think she cute, but don't got no car
Broke lil' bitch, she think she cute, but don't got no job
Broke lil' bitch, she think she cute, but don't got no mindset
Broke lil' bitch kinda spoiled, tryna get into my mind, kinda toxic
Writer: Deshawn Towe
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