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Blac Youngsta - Crash Out Feat. Stunna 4 Vegas (F**k Everybody 3)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blac Youngsta
Blac Youngsta
Vocals
Stunna 4 Vegas
Stunna 4 Vegas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammie Benson
Sammie Benson
Songwriter
Khalick Caldwell
Khalick Caldwell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael "MikFly" Dottin
Michael "MikFly" Dottin
Mixing Engineer
Larry Anthony
Larry Anthony
Mastering Engineer
606GUS
606GUS
Producer
Rasta Papii
Rasta Papii
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(606 buried this beat) ayy, pussy, what's up, nigga? I'm at yo' motherfuckin' front door step And I ain't deliverin' no newspaper (bitch) Let's go (fuck a nigga), uh (rrr) Uh, uh, uh, uh (gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang) We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (skrrt) I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out (stupid!) I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (dang) Chalk his body on the blacktop (brrt) We know he not what he rap 'bout I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh) I count dead niggas (dead niggas), and I smoke dead niggas We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga (skrrt) I drop bread on yo' head, nigga, they give me yo' head Nigga play, and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man My shooters try knock off his 'fro (blaow) Bitch, we probably smokin' your bro (aha) Public figure, I stay with a pole (uh) Don't inhale it, we blowin' the smoke (uh, uh) Triple K, I'm cutthroat (bang) We tryna hang a nigga by a rope (come here!) Nigga, go get fixed, you broke (you broke) They know I stay with that stick, it poke (fah), uh, uh They know I stay with that fire (uh-huh) Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no tellin' no lies (uh-uh) And if I am, motherfucker, I'm flyin' (uh-huh) Diss me in your trap, bitch, rapper, you dyin' Bust-down Rollie, I can't tell the time (uh) We double-back like press rewind (uh) I don't fuck with these niggas, they pickin' sides Ain't doin' a show if I can't bring my stick inside (on gang) We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (uh-huh) I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out (stupid!) I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (bang) Chalk his body on the blacktop (brrt) We know he not what he rap 'bout I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh, uh) I count dead niggas (I count dead niggas) And I smoke dead niggas (I smoke dead niggas) We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga (bah, skrrt) I drop bread on yo' head, nigga (bitch), they give me yo' head Nigga play, and he lay in his deathbed (uh) Fresh to death, he a dead man (gang-gang) Hit the block, spin it one more time (skrrt) Caught my opps on the backstreet, took 'em out And I hit 'em one more time (ha-ha-ha) I wish I could kill 'em one more time It's all good 'cause his mama sufferin' She wish she could see him one more time Ridin' in a steamer, bumpin' bone-crusher Any nigga try to come for mines, get whacked Young niggas in my hood, we don't say, "Blood", nigga, we say, "Blatt" (uh-huh) Any nigga go against the gang, guarantee they gon' get whacked (uh-huh) I ain't gon' lie, had to cut my bitch off, put my shit on flat (gang-gang) Gotta keep a fully automatic, I'm a big dawg, I prefer that MAC Yeah, I put in work 'fore I go to church (what is you do?) I took my shirt 'fore I go to work (and what else?) I'm just like you, I gotta clock in, only difference is, I'ma shoot the clerk (phew) Young nigga, he gon' shoot you first (prrt), I'ma shoot you second I'm the last nigga you gon' see 'fore you leave this earth (lil' pussy) Shootouts in my neighborhood, paid in full, I'm a real killer, but I saved the hood Warnin' on the gate, stay away from bulls, shoot him in the face, yeah Free my nigga Dre, I wish they can do it, pussy-ass nigga got gunned down (brrt) Real OG in my nigga, speakin' on me, that'll get a nigga gunned down (gang-gang) We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (uh-huh) I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops He rolled the dice with his life, and he crapped out (stupid!) I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (bang) Chalk his body on the blacktop (brrt) We know he not what he rap 'bout I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh, uh) I count dead niggas (I count dead niggas) And I smoke dead niggas (I smoke dead niggas) We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, nigga (bah-skrrt) I drop bread on yo' head, nigga (bitch), they give me yo' head Nigga play, and he lay in his deathbed (uh), fresh to death, he a dead man
Writer(s): Sammie Benson, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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