Testo Crooks - Kidd Kidd
Testo della canzone Crooks (Kidd Kidd), tratta dall'album Street Fame
(Intro)
That lil' nigga name whole weight
But he don't exercise
That lil' nigga there stay wildin'
He need to act his size
Know that lil' nigga be robbin'
Then I let him inside
That lil' nigga don't play no games
All jokes aside
No loyalty among thieves nigga we all crooks
You can see the setup right in front of you
Take a harder look
The closer one to you
The one who get you shook
22 bullet hit his calf
And came out his foot
All this dirt on my hands
Left stains on a good book
We learned how to cook crack
Without a cookbook
Somebody gotta pay
For all this pain that you took
I just swung on a nigga
And then I came up with this hook
Boogie You got the right to be arrogant
Look where we came from
We feel like Barack Obama
When that change come
If it ain't jail it's chains
That's how they slave us
My president will save money
Before he save us
If I asked you a line that's realer
You can't name one
So many lames in this bitch
Glad they came with us
I know a killer who caused six bodies
With the same gun
When he got killed
They turned his ashes to angel dust
I'm Kidd Kidd
But Peanut to those who really know me
Stop yelling home-team
When you know you ain't my homie
You sacrifice everything you have
Just to wear a Rollie
You talking to them hoes
Imaging what you tell the police
This money come with no regret
So I can't be sorry
My girl watch everything
Don't post me on your IG story
Stop stuntin' like you drop your addy
Knowing you never there
I sent so much smoke your way
To make your lungs fail
Everybody wanna be gangster
But I can't tell
Putting your beef on the internet
Another way to tell
That lil' nigga name whole weight
But he don't exercise
That lil' nigga there stay wildin'
He need to act his size
Know that lil' nigga be robbin'
Then I let him inside
That lil' nigga don't play no games
All jokes aside
No loyalty among thieves nigga we all crooks
You can see the setup right in front of you
Take a harder look
The closer one to you
The one who get you shook
22 bullet hit his calf
And came out his foot
All this dirt on my hands
Left stains on a good book
We learned how to cook crack
Without a cookbook
Somebody gotta pay
For all this pain that you took
I just swung on a nigga
And then I came up with this hook
They love when I talk that real shit
Because they going through it
Can't pay attention to niggas
When they under the influence
Them Xans got you on Lean
You don't give a fuck
Go weed and Henny
Make you think about
Everything you ever done
Nothing a man can ever do
That's new under the sun
But take care of their sons
I got more than one
Calling my nigga Edward over
Tell him bring the soda
We gotta pour up one
Drowning in our problems
Hope we don't drown ourselves
When you lose too many homies
You gotta find yourself
Do my dirt all by my lonely
Can't rat on myself
Some niggas are for sale
You never caught my hand out
Begging for your help
We all supposed to eat
But niggas get too greedy
Can't cry over spilled milk
But you still gotta clean it
You can't stop a nigga from ballin'
You need better defense
Can't tell youngin' nothing these days
They say you preaching
My girl keep accusing me
I told her stop reaching
If I slip again
That mean I lost a battle to my demon
And I don't want to say you tryna leave
But that's how It seemin'
My homie ran up for me before
I just told him keep it
Respect the game
When I tell you no
The next time you need me
You never find a teeth mark
On their hand that feeds me
You up right now
On your way down
You gotta see me
I ain't doing too good to mask up
And plugs 2 side hoes out beanie
Know i don't do threats boy believe me
That lil' nigga name whole weight
But he don't exercise
That lil' nigga there stay wildin'
He need to act his size
Know that lil' nigga be robbin'
But I let him inside
That lil' nigga don't play no games
All jokes aside
No loyalty among thieves nigga we all crooks
You can see the setup right in front of you
Take a harder look
The closer one to you
The one who get you shook
22 bullet hit his calf
And came out his foot
All this dirt on my hands
Left stains on a good book
We learned how to cook crack
Without a cookbook
Somebody gotta pay
For all this pain that you took
I just swung on a nigga
And then I came up with this hook
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Stewart
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