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tata - i get crazy كلمات الأغنية

[intro: tata and scrilla hill]
i get crazy
i_i get crazy
i_i get crazy (i get crazy, like grah )
i_i get crazy
i get crazy
i_i get crazy (he get crazy,)
i_i get crazy (flock ’em down if he throw up the, uh! )
i_i get crazy (flock ’em down if he throw up that sh_t)
i get crazy (mmm, nah, turn that up, young madz)
i_i get crazy (every opp shot, everything dead)
i_i get crazy (b_tch!)
i_i get crazy
grah!

[bridge: tata]
40 on me, i’m ready to pop
like, last thing he gon’ hear is my knock
i told murda get the drop on the opps
and when she send the lo’, all them n_ggas get shot
like, gta, b_tch i stay with my chop
like, and if he up thе o? he shot
and if he throw a folk? he shot
and i’m punchin my hips, know i’m gon’ notti bop!

[verse 1: tata]
and if i see lil’ dudеy, he better get low
like, move fast when i’m spinnin’ with [?]
a_a_and, like a stripper, brody keep a pole
d_mn, and like a pitcher, brody gonna throw
b_tch!
and they know i get crazy
like, yeah, they know i go crazy
like_like, this b_tch s_xy wanna have my baby
and yes, we can rump, but you can’t be my lady
d_mn, and they know i go crazy
like, in the p_ssy, i be goin’ crazy
like, i’m with leeky, i bet he go brazy
and if bro pass the gun, on bro i’m goin’ brazy (c blu!)
[verse 2: c blu]
oh he crazy? try calmin’ him down
throw up a g, then i’m gunnin’ him down
a_ass fat, it’s clappin’ no drum line
back out, gon’ feel it like a punchline
don’t get shot for thinkin’ that you crazy
done cl!cked every chop, don’t never try to play me
that n_gga a b_tch, the fame’ll never change me
tryna throw them bullets, no madden
accurate aim, i make sure that he catch ’em
pop a perc’, i’m feelin’ like the hulk
who broke? i let the money talk
20k in my jeans they callin’ me the man
[?] we goin’ band for band
40 on me, boomin’ like a speaker
she f_ck with the_ shorty do it like a neak_a
diamonds dancin’, walkin’ with a freezer
douglask, ain’t f_ckin’ with no sweeper

[bridge: tata]
hold on, look look look look..
d_mn!
huh
notti? dead!
e_dot? dead!
charlie? dead!
yellow? dead!
noah? dead!
notti? dead!
dead, dead, dead
b_tch!
[verse 2: tata & c blu]
rah dead, he caught one to the head
they poked notti ’till he couldn’t breathe
so many n_ggas put up in a spli’
fear who? i know that we gon’ bleed!
ayo winter, get off ya knees!
like, she be doin’ too much d_ck!
like, and i know ya p_ssy smell like fish!
d_mn, like, you dirty as sh_t!

[outro: tata & scrilla hill]

like, lil’ notti had talked on my gang?
like, lil’ notti had died by the poke
like, lil’ e_dot was droppin’ my 4?
like, then he put the dot to his dome

like, lil’ notti had talked on my gang?
like, lil’ notti went out by the poke
like, lil’ e_dot was droppin’ my 4?
d_mn, he put the dot to his dome!

d_mn!

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- tata

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