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tg crippy – what you did? كلمات اغاني

[intro: tg crippy]
know a lot of n_ggas want me dead
never lack, keep one in the head
ogk, y’all what i said
when i hopped out the v ya’ll n_ggas better fled
lotti dead, he got poked up
stupid n_gga should’a had his pole tucked
you can ask i can say i give no f_cks
how you gon’ catch me n_gga?, i don’t post up

[verse one: tg crippy]
know a lot of n_ggas want me dead
never lack, keep one in the head
ogk, y’all what i said
when i hopped out the v them n_ggas better fled
lotti dead, he got poked up
stupid n_gga should’a had his pole tucked
you can ask, i can say i give no f_cks
how you gon’ catch me n_gga?, i don’t post up
[verse two: tg crippy]
free kay flock, this sh_t never over
how you jackin’ boy not comin’ home?
matter of fact we was just on the phone
smokin’ on dubski while spinnin’ through [?]
n_ggas be talkin’ but never be doing sh_t
on the net always talkin’ some stupid sh_t
[?]
i see an opp and imma get to boomin’ sh_t

[verse three: tg crippy]
yeah i’m back in the towns it’s lit
why i’m hearin’ n_ggas on my d_ck
i see an opp, i bet i get em hit
.40 gon’ hit em, make em do a flip
ayo bl!ck, i got the whip
you got the wheel then i’m lettin’ it flip
hang out the window, they runnin’ like rick
if these are the same n_ggas suckin’ my d_ck like

[verse four: tg crippy]
dgunna you know you a b_tch
[?] knock out when you was in my crib
opp spotter, sh_t lit
totin’ a knocka, can’t slip
still free flocka, been lit
the king of the bronx be home next year like
lot of n_ggas is livin’ in fear but i stay with my knocka i’m always prepared
[verse five: tg crippy]
dead opps, in the air
this sh_t’s so loud i can’t even hear
who dat? right there?
that’s the opps and i’m lettin’ it flare
on the island i was livin’ great
always walkin’ up and down the tier
lost bro, shed a tear
now their mans dead, i don’t even care

[verse six: tg crippy]
like get back gang sh_t easy
gbg baby i don’t do the sleazy
everyday gotta walk wit’ my [?]
i know everything, ain’t no nothin’ can teach me

like get back gang sh_t easy
gbg baby i don’t do the sleazy
everyday gotta walk wit’ my [?]
i know everything, ain’t no nothin’ can teach me

[verse seven: tg crippy]
who you touch? what you did?
oh you say that you smokin’ on nick
me too, but you was not smokin’ jayripk
cip naz he was on dat sh_t
mel glizzy, get off d_ck
you can’t even rap, why you say dat sh_t?
talkin’ on jb now dat n_gga hit
whatever you jack, dat sh_t to my d_ck
mel glizzy, get off d_ck
you can’t even rap, why you say dat sh_t?
talkin’ on jb now dat n_gga hit
whatever you jack, dat sh_t to my d_ck
like what?
who you touch? what you did?
how you say that you smokin’ on nick?
me too, but you was not smokin’ jayripk
cip naz, he was on dat sh_t

[verse eight: cito bl!ck]
f_ck the opps
i don’t care if you’re outside cos i’m still gonna post on my block
with the knock, smokin’ rah
high as a kite, feel like i’m in the sky
slidin’ wit’ chase and i kno’ he gon ride
he was dead on arrival, know he couldn’t survive
flocking for mezzy, no discussion
sippin’ real drink, i started wit’ the [?]

[verse nine: cito bl!ck]
half of y’all lil n_ggas never did nuthin’
pop me a perky, she love how i buss it
she like bl!ckem, “i’m cumming”
so you know i ain’t stoppin’ for nuthin’
die eight, oyk, spinnin’ through smokin’ on rah rah and cane
[?] a rat and he still jackin’ gang
[?]

[verse ten: cito bl!ck]
ayo flash, suck my d_ck
and you said i better have my bl!ck
next time y’all n_ggas try spin through my strip, make sure you’re aiming not shootin’ at kids
bl!ck gon bl!ck em, leave him on his back
free flock, he put us on the map
rollin’ up lotti with mexi or matt
f_ck all y’all n_ggas, we got the best packs

[verse eleven: cito bl!ck]
smokin’ von floxks, smoking lu blixk
5th to the sev gang, don’t get your beau hit
talkin’ on mezzy you catching a full clip
[?]

[outro: tg crippy]
who you touch? what you did?
how you say that you smokin’ on nick?
me too, but you was not smokin’ jayripk
cip naz, he was on dat sh_t

grrah
grrah, grahh, boom
every opp shot
suck my d_ck

gang, gang, gang
we gon’ slide through the eight and we makin’ it rain like

gang
and i’m smokin’ on rah and i mixed it wit’ cane

- tg crippy

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