Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff
spot ain't doin' nothin' if the Narcos ain't comin
And the club ain't really jumpin' if them sparkles ain't comin
Catch me in the bar, true cargo pockets
watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you
The theme
down, in Mexico?
With sweet drinks in hand, girls with cinnamon tans,
Don't mix mix with tears you know.
From Monterrey to Tampico Bay
Don't matter
lookin up to me
Hey I can be ya role model
Life ain't all about the club poppin' bottles
For what you need, gotta learn how to follow
I can be ya
Tapped in that zone
Ask the Lord can you please hold my Halo
Cause' I can't go back on the things I did for pesos
I only love her if she move when I say go
Ayy, got juice, baby tryna take a sip
Bitch, get the fuck out my whip
Turnin' up, leanin' on some prince
Purple rain is the only thing we mix
Got
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read
By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
movin'!
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay; right?
Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
And I
this a litty hit, it's only for the mood
We get turnt up, we get fucked up, we can sit up in the pool
She a bad lil thotty, in the club she in the nude
Hold up hold up
If you got change for a Dollar
In your pocket right now
Then it's time to exit the club
If you've been sipping out the same cup
Since
Hold up hold up
If you got change for a Dollar
In your pocket right now
Then it's time to exit the club
If you've been sipping out the same cup
Since
Well I'm looking at you, from the corner of my eye, I can see it now, you're stepping so high and dry, I'm posted in the club watching ladies, go by
that you get
You can be that bitch
Regardless of who you wit
Stay on top of ya shit
Staying up out the mix
Is the only way to do it
It's proven
So never
a side yeah)
I'm a rich boy so I step out with the gucci slides (gucci gucci yeah)
I'm a chill boy I do not mix with the socialites (uh uh)
You a broke boy
you are so perfect
Without you by my side oh girl I feel so worthless
You've got my heart in your hands like a surgeon
I keep it clean like detergent
kings and queens
You only need to try and some someday
You will find it by all means
Do nothing club gonna save you
Do nothing club gonna save you
You
you are. I'm the only star on the scene.
You know what I mean?
Man, I hate makin' movies.
But I like that money, think I don't?
Check me out.
I just
on these
Little boys head's
Now he getting
All up in the mix
All up in the mix
Bro you know
That that's that
Lame shit
Double back
On a man
So quick
Let me
Get high get low
Thick girls go and shake ya big butt
You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs
And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its
but I think it was Bianca
Bianca's friend did some coke but we only had the
kinda coke that you can go & mix with the vodka
Enough drinks up in system
decisions
By packing bowls of meth
I'll see you at bowlplex love
Don't get me out this mess
It's my birthday I'm depressed
It's my birthday I'm depressed
mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri
We'll rub it in, every club you're in
We'll have you blackballed
And make sure you never
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