CRASHOUTBOYZZ Songtext
von lil lucifer
CRASHOUTBOYZZ Songtext
Crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout
Blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout
Crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout
Blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout
Pull up on ′em with the heater
Ridin' ′round, grim reaper
Baby love my demeanor
If you say somethin', you better mean it
Fallen angel with some demons
Laser out, the whip beamin'
Triple 7, money fiendin′
Pussy boy, you ain′t ever gon' be us
Burnin′ bridges, bitch, I ain't goin′ back
Rap cappin', bitch, I′m snatchin' yo hat
Laughin' at the bank, I ran up a bag
Earned my stripes, you a motherfuckin′ rat
He ain′t gang, that boy be dancin' on TikTok
Switchin′ lanes with 'em, I do not crisscross
Dead angels with me takin′ yo head off
Fuck e'rybody, I can′t fuck with y'all
No hand outs, bitch, I reap what I sow
Seventh heaven when I'm grippin′ the pole
Thought I told you, bitch, I fly with the crows
Snatch yo soul, bitch, you owe what you owe
Flock with the gang, I don′t fuck with these hos
Might crash out, pistol ready to blow
Yo trap house gettin' burnt to floor
Them dead boys gon′ kick through yo door
Crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout
Blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout
Crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout
Blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout
Pull up on 'em with the heater
Ridin′ 'round, grim reaper
Baby love my demeanor
If you say somethin′, you better mean it
Fallen angel with some demons
Laser out, the whip beamin'
Triple 7, money fiendin'
Pussy boy, you ain′t ever gon′ be us
Blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout
Crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout
Blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout
Pull up on ′em with the heater
Ridin' ′round, grim reaper
Baby love my demeanor
If you say somethin', you better mean it
Fallen angel with some demons
Laser out, the whip beamin'
Triple 7, money fiendin′
Pussy boy, you ain′t ever gon' be us
Burnin′ bridges, bitch, I ain't goin′ back
Rap cappin', bitch, I′m snatchin' yo hat
Laughin' at the bank, I ran up a bag
Earned my stripes, you a motherfuckin′ rat
He ain′t gang, that boy be dancin' on TikTok
Switchin′ lanes with 'em, I do not crisscross
Dead angels with me takin′ yo head off
Fuck e'rybody, I can′t fuck with y'all
No hand outs, bitch, I reap what I sow
Seventh heaven when I'm grippin′ the pole
Thought I told you, bitch, I fly with the crows
Snatch yo soul, bitch, you owe what you owe
Flock with the gang, I don′t fuck with these hos
Might crash out, pistol ready to blow
Yo trap house gettin' burnt to floor
Them dead boys gon′ kick through yo door
Crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout
Blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout
Crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout, crashout
Blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout
Pull up on 'em with the heater
Ridin′ 'round, grim reaper
Baby love my demeanor
If you say somethin′, you better mean it
Fallen angel with some demons
Laser out, the whip beamin'
Triple 7, money fiendin'
Pussy boy, you ain′t ever gon′ be us
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