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Small Violin Lyrics - Artist : Crooked I
Fuck with me I'll give you top shelf beef
That's high stakes In the dark you either a shark Or your live bait If you owed Get the banana clip then 5 apes Slide off with your vault Different meaning for drive safe I send my women to buy drapes and try crepes To hide her from the hell I'm raisin Like dry grapes I'm getting shaved with a razor draped in a fly cape The owner of C.O.B clothing why would I buy bape's Track suits cigars and muscle cars Meet up with the cartel in double R's I don't associate with rappers Who got rich spitting them struggle bars You don't gotta know about this thing Cause its ours Intellectual never threatened by a menace I got this stick sliding like I'm a violinist To create more records then me You have to write the Guinness Book don't look To hard at a crook Just mind ya business We offshore the accounts The boss hoard the amounts The diamonds are all white Like a golf course in the south Heavy bets at the derby we not horsing around Marble on the counter tops Its the all porcelain ground I finish how I started on top of the shelf Smoking rocky Patels rocking godfather cazels 18 karot gold pin on top of lapels This is mafia shit Yea I'll see you coppers in hell An so I walk into the stars an I never come back again I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in Come fuck the son of God good Mary that magdalene I put the king on it He anoint this beat I been crooked Like the mother fucking top elite Breathing the same molecules in as socrates I'm tryna make it And be naked in a tropic breeze But all these places say no vacant So I'm on these streets Ain't no asking please On that mask an seize Got that grandma Glock She gone come pinch them cheeks Now there's Blood on my shoes like lil nas x sneaks An you could try to mitigate but once activated like charcoal We dethrone your city take princes like Meghan Markle It's cold and it's ugly like Steve buscemi in forgo I'm the young Bobby Johnson Color of Nucky Thompson Was raised out in Florida but might as well been in Compton A Fan of fire starters but could produce the flames Till a old head point at they teeth Call that fangs America online message We take aims I walk into the stars And then never come back again I'm spitting in the wind with immaculate acumen So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in Come fuck the son of God Good Mary that magdalene Small violin playin my song Go try again I shave my own head No bitch turn me to Solomon They holo men Ripping chunks out of they collagen I follow them Leaving them slumped in The holid inn We broke bread over some pussy Won't Mac again Cause now the charge is way past pimping Its trafficking Like this bitch won't sell that shit Without her man Then do some heroin Give money to Taliban A table fan I blow loud then calm again When we babel heard tower of of babel start rattling Unravelin That evil plan this man brain In gomorrah they be loving that sodom like hussein A neck was introduced to a foot like liu kang I'm too flame You spark a blunt off what I'm sayin I put us on the map like borate did kazakhstan Now everyone I got in my fam got em a Stan An so I walk into the stars an I never come back again I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in Come fuck the son of God Good Mary that magdalene We walk into the stars an we never come back again I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in Come fuck the son of God Good Mary that magdalene |
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