Crawl کے بول

Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Who am I? Rec league, I ain't paying to ball Y'all b-string like a broke guitar And I still put it down like the family dog Yeah, I murder some, I murder one Explain it all, ferguson We ain't gotta sing the same old love song Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on Yeah, what you saying to it? Old money look, no money don't do it Make 'em turn around in their lane like a u-ey And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty (At her boooty) what's the rationale? They wanna smoke niggas when they black & mild So we acting out (okay, cool) Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone (Blue dream by the bouquet 'til I'm blue-faced on a tuesday) Can I have some? #niggasbelike Put a +18 on a e-vite And I said what I felt, no re-write Nah nah, they can't hold me June/july, drop something I double dare you, I'm marc summers I scorch winters, I burn autumns Gut niggas, so kurt vonne Elle varner, got a crush on her I gotta wait in line for that Ain't nobody got time for that Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that Too true like it's 2 chainz Blue blood like he both gangs