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Carr Vikki - Crazy World lyrics
bad bitches, countin doe, baggin rocks - crazy 
 vehicles.....kitted.....my whole teams committed - we was poor as 
 kids..... but now it seems we've done did it and blew - other 
 niggas find the style hard to chew, talkin bout we too wild, and
 that's 
 emphatically true, so don't cross us....or you'll be on the 
 ground countin losses - for rea; - every nigga I know will peel a 
 motherfuckin dome like stockin - we be the owner of the style 
 many niggas be jockin - blocks be rocklin - Glock pops alot and,
 damn, 
 there ain't no stoppin me or my mans. We like whatever. 
 Pop told me that this money's not forever so I look for investments
 for 
 my crew to bury treasure. That be it, say when ya makin 
 money , paw, ya see it - cause if ya can't be paid, it's like ya can't 
 be shit HOOK Ringleaders are coming, get up your dick-beaters 
 - or heaters - and share the mind state of a fetus - can't beat us -
 and 
 lyrically them niggas can't see this as it go's - we turn kilo's 
 into litres. Pounds turn to smoke in the concrete flood - and blood
 will 
 often turn the dirt into mud. Bulletts become shells - 
 names become bells, and if you blow street trial, nigga your cell 
 becomes hell - said even time don't tell, at least that's how it used 
 to be, but it's a different day and time and strong eyes don't see
 down 
 the wire - ready to blow the empire like a friar, smoking Carr Vikki - Crazy World - http://motolyrics.com/carr-vikki/crazy-world-lyrics.html
 blunts strong as desire - a messiah - raised amongst men that
 conspire 
 to retire but often end up the town crier - In the fire of a 
 cold world yo, said it be flamin - still we aimin to be the one - Titus 
 & Haymon HOOK Get ready - my whole teams known to rock 
 steady - No Getty - I gots more sauce than spaghetti - a machete -
 I'll 
 turn your whole frame to confetti - to the nitty-gritty, we 
 bout to flip the pity petty - when braves become slaves and plots
 become 
 graves - and strays fly in the air like they was 
 Blue-Jays Robbers can be cops - while thuggs police blocks - I sit 
 beside my window sippin sky on the rocks - to see the church 
 got locks - no goodness in gracious - Loungin with robber barrons
 in 
 rooms thats palacious - to weigh dissin us with the need to 
 lay down - no more misunderstanding - coming at you , aye-now,
 who be 
 talking - better than that yo, who be hawkin - I suggest 
 you turn around and just start walking, or I'm a catch you coolin
 talkin 
 what a fly life and keep it real and cut your throat with a 
 butter-fly knife HOOK GET SWAZY - WE ABOUT TO FLIP
 THE SCRIPT AND GET 
 CRAZY RICH KIDS UP FOR RICH BIDS 
 BABY - GOIN ALL OUT - GETTIN DOWN GETTIN GRAVY
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