歌词
Pressing five till the pen, free my Aphex Twin
In the street like
I ain't really tryna scrape that rim
N***** be like
"Aye, bro, 'member back when?"
Let it go, loc
I'm way too rich to be your friend
I'm way too lit to let you dim me
Riding 'round South Pasadena on a ten speed
And I still got blicky
And I still get tricky
It is what it is
Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, b***h
Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, b***h
Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids
Don't play with my—, go play with your—
Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, b***h
Don't be calling my phone after 8, I'm at home
Don't be calling my phone after 8, I'm in bed, b***h
And if I'm with a b***h, it's not none of your business
Gotta keep this shit bliss, gotta keep this shit ignant
Pray this not what the devil intended
It's money outside, go and get it
Make a ticket
Up all night with the smokers and crickets
I been broke all my life, had to flip it
All these grown n***** living off women
That ain't no real shit
Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, b***h
Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, b***h
Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your—
Don't play with my—, go play with your—
Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, b***h
Don't play with my Crip'n, go play with your kids, b***h
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