CHILDISH GAMBINO - CRAWL (CHRISTIAN RICH RE-WORK) | Текст песни

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• CRAWL (CHRISTIAN RICH RE-WORK)

Where we were kinda thing
Bet she crawl, all alone
Where we were kinda thing
Bet she crawl, all alone
Where we were kinda thing
Bet she crawl, all alone
Where we were kinda thing
Bet she crawl, all alone

[Verse 1]
(Who am I?)
Rec League, I ain't paying a ball
Y'all be 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 booty)
What's the rational?
They wanna smoke niggas, when they black 'em out
So we acted out
OK cool

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Blue dream 'bout the bouquet
'Til I'm blue faced on a Tuesday
(Can I have some?)
#NiggasBeLike
Put a plus eighteen on that 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 him
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


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