T.F - Crash Bandicoot lyrics
[T.F - Crash Bandicoot lyrics]
I ain't been sleeping by the month
Feel like i'm all caught
Hit the poof empire i feel
Like i'm john clyde
Bad bitches that's ewing like i'm sean paul
I see the homies i'm like wah wah
Intercontinental flow 70
Montage tatted On my fist
Big dog i got mob ties
Lately I've been focused i went
Crazy back when died so i'm on bunk forever
And That's word to my waistline
38 what's on The plate white girl cray shine
You plan On stopping my ball
And i'ma go baseline
Probably bust a spot in the inland
I Might go baseline
It's crazy adjusting My ceiling i
Came from state time
Been Chilling with vampires all in thе
Daytime a 2 pm dixa girl that's a great
Time now it's back to thе grind i hate
To waste time and when it comes to the
Beef tomahawk steak knives cut it up
Lacking in loafing gonna get you
Buttered up what you know about stutter
Stepping while running up if you ever
Caught birds make sure the feathers
Plugs cause how the middleman pitches i
Sold him hella stumped if you gettin it
First you get your family straight but
That's a given bruh i do this for the
Dead ones harry pitcher i'm gonna give
It up i remember fishing in the present
Ain't no giving up ask about me hey
Story how they did it up i didn't read
Through every whip except a bentley
Truck crash bad and cool spin through
Looking like drivers they had to lift
Like 50 l went and bought a strap in the
Hoop ain't buy no drip or nothing black
Ones everything scallops but watch me
Count on honey shout out slum lord these
World series bullpen had to switch the
Picture up you get the picture let's go
Live it up in miami with a bag full of
Chili yeah let's go live it up
Rack started get your titties touched
She got her racks up too
So she got Titty fucked
Lame niggas why they envy us
I come through fuck your bitch
And your city up killer
Feel like i'm all caught
Hit the poof empire i feel
Like i'm john clyde
Bad bitches that's ewing like i'm sean paul
I see the homies i'm like wah wah
Intercontinental flow 70
Montage tatted On my fist
Big dog i got mob ties
Lately I've been focused i went
Crazy back when died so i'm on bunk forever
And That's word to my waistline
38 what's on The plate white girl cray shine
You plan On stopping my ball
And i'ma go baseline
Probably bust a spot in the inland
I Might go baseline
It's crazy adjusting My ceiling i
Came from state time
Been Chilling with vampires all in thе
Daytime a 2 pm dixa girl that's a great
Time now it's back to thе grind i hate
To waste time and when it comes to the
Beef tomahawk steak knives cut it up
Lacking in loafing gonna get you
Buttered up what you know about stutter
Stepping while running up if you ever
Caught birds make sure the feathers
Plugs cause how the middleman pitches i
Sold him hella stumped if you gettin it
First you get your family straight but
That's a given bruh i do this for the
Dead ones harry pitcher i'm gonna give
It up i remember fishing in the present
Ain't no giving up ask about me hey
Story how they did it up i didn't read
Through every whip except a bentley
Truck crash bad and cool spin through
Looking like drivers they had to lift
Like 50 l went and bought a strap in the
Hoop ain't buy no drip or nothing black
Ones everything scallops but watch me
Count on honey shout out slum lord these
World series bullpen had to switch the
Picture up you get the picture let's go
Live it up in miami with a bag full of
Chili yeah let's go live it up
Rack started get your titties touched
She got her racks up too
So she got Titty fucked
Lame niggas why they envy us
I come through fuck your bitch
And your city up killer