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otm - crash banditcot lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
(ayo, t, run that sh_t up)
(wassupbenji)
sh_t
ugh
b_tch

[chorus: blue pesos]
crash bandicoot, another blamped foreign off the juice
a n_gga play with my name, ain’t no tellin’ what i’ll do
two hundred for some tris, he must’ve thought i was a fool
he barely got his put on, now he’s gone so soon
if crash hit the parking lot, stash the blowers, play klu klux
don’t tell your friend ’bout me, baby, i don’t know, you might ruin it
showboatin’, hulk hogan, that’s an awful lot of jewelry
i’m goin’ psycho in the booth, i don’t know, i think i’m losin’ it

[verse 1: blue pesos]
he ain’t gon’ say it to my face, no matter who he is
i keep park with kid in the crips, n_ggas ain’t pullin’ up
chop hit him with a right hook, it packed the coldest punch
drippin’, sippin’, splashin’ all over the floor and sh_t
blower showin’, holy f_ck, where you get this?
don’t let that snake through the door, they be stealin’
don’t try and pump fake with me, i’m the truth, n_gga
bully breaker bring the mops through and the ajax
“p, where you get them uchies from?” that’s a great question
she don’t tear it off for me, she better play dead (sh_t)
i don’t want friends
double back, let the hundun off, hooray
i don’t want this b_tch in our section, she is too basic
[?] walked past they top opp for real and ain’t do nothin’
he was askin’ for his sh_t, it’s all good, gon’ ahead, play me
she tryna party, let the b_tch enjoy her night, n_ggas crybabies
hide the b_tch from ‘cross the room like i might break her
he the type to purchase p_ssy, he don’t mind payin’
i got the bread, i gotta go, i am not stayin’
where you said you from? i just hit him with the three fingers
[chorus: blue pesos]
crash bandicoot, another blamped foreign off the juice
a n_gga play with my name, ain’t no tellin’ what i’ll do
two hundred for some tris, he must’ve thought i was a fool
he barely got his put on, now he’s gone so soon
if crash hit the parking lot, stash the blowers, play klu klux
don’t tell your friend ’bout me, baby, i don’t know, you might ruin it
showboatin’, hulk hogan, that’s an awful lot of jewelry
i’m goin’ psycho in the booth, i don’t know, i think i’m losin’ it

[verse 2: duffy]
sh_t talkin’, we used to this
opp lover, you could die for bein’ cool with him
mud walkin’, i be wantin’ wock’, i don’t like the tris
designer on my feet, what kind of shoes is them?
ain’t no askin’ questions, i for sure got it
keep the truth alive, it ain’t no stoppin’ (ayo, t, run that sh_t up)
n_ggas n0bodies actin’ like they on somethin’
i’ma dome shot him, let him think he hulk hogan (wassupbenji)
n_ggas goofb_lls, shoe shiners
who callin’? get up off my phone with that nice talkin’
n_ggas lyin’ to they self, what he say he did?
n_ggas fans, it’s a shame you wanna be my friend
either way you put it, off the mussle for the win
teach n_ggas abcs, xds, and f&ns
new switch, i’m finna whoop him like a lil’ kid
my b_tch be bringin’ me the bands, she for sure a ten
n_gga, strip, this is not a test
n_ggas yappin’, n_ggas might as well save they breath
loafy in my pocket, all cash, no checks
p_ssy_ass n_ggas better show me my respect
n_ggas know the truth, get it clear
all mud in my cup, old n_gga, here’s a beer
call keed and the youngins, it’s like ten b_tches here
spend ten in a day and i can make it reappear
i don’t know what n_ggas on, i just really want the loot
who this nerd talkin’ to? i been doin’ what i do
n_ggas spoofed, he can’t step a hundred feet up in my shoes
one fifty, spillin’ juice, duffy smashin’ in the coupe
[chorus: blue pesos]
crash bandicoot, another blamped foreign off the juice
a n_gga play with my name, ain’t no tellin’ what i’ll do
two hundred for some tris, he must’ve thought i was a fool
he barely got his put on, now he’s gone so soon
if crash hit the parking lot, stash the blowers, play klu klux
don’t tell your friend ’bout me, baby, i don’t know, you might ruin it
showboatin’, hulk hogan, that’s an awful lot of jewelry
i’m goin’ psycho in the booth, i don’t know, i think i’m losin’ it

[outro]
(ayo, t, run that sh_t up)
(wassupbenji)

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