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• Artiste: Brennan Jones
• Titre: Crumble
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I'm with white bitch, her name Becky I'm with black ho, her name Lex Bitch, I'm feelin' reckless 'cause they keep on sayin' that I'm next up That boy don't know how to dress, he ain't really tryna flex up Bitch, I'm in the stu' 'til 5 AM, I'm off the eddies That bitch need her daddy, so she gon' send me her addy Yeah, yeah, yeah, that bitch need the dick She see my pockets fatty, yeah, she see my pockets big And these boys tryna tag me, so I keep a big-ass stick Go 'head, boy, run up on me, I'm gon' fuckin' split your wig Don't bring that shit in Florida, hell nah, we don't play that shit When I'm hit my city, they like, "There go that lil' bad-ass jit" I was never in the trap, but I was still makin' flips Yeah, I was sellin' drip, shout out all them dumbass kids that bought up my Rick' Yeah, I was makin' flips, I was a lil' bad-ass jit Yeah, I was gettin' in trouble Get that piece for five, sell for ten, call that a double Shout out my dog Major, he can't leave without a muzzle And I get every bitch I want, yeah, I never fumble Yeah, I'm 'bout to be at the top, just watch how it crumble