Lyrics:
mean you my pa'tner in crime
Like that check this out let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been plugged up
From L.A.
nah I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (that's my partner in crime, nah I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka
Yeah, I got to tell you one thing
It's been on my mind, girl I gotta say
We're partners in crime
You got that certain something
What you do to me
the crime and walk, no- because
Everything seems cloudy
I've never been robbed in the
Game 'cause I'm rowdy
Carry on, I will take a hammer to your Audi
I'm
moves why u still talking
Good on my own
But want a partner in crime
Well kept thug
Hood but he still fine
Street smart but his mind stay on aligned
and every bit of it hurts
But not as much as me
Have your partner scream out, He's right there
I'm not trying to blow your mind
I wanna fuckin bash it in
Santana
A private Gotti
Call me agone
Yeah
That's my dogg right there
That's my partner in crime, that's my
That's the bomb
That's my dogg irv gotti
ride or die
My partner in crime always had an alibi
I, I wonder what you're doin'
I wonder who you're screwin'
I wonder where you are
I wonder if
the one that she believe in
Came with a whole new flavor
Playa by nature, playa by nature
Playa by nature, playa by nature
I don't want your chick but I'll
these streets no pain
Murder your partner if he crosses you, nigga, do your thing
It's a struggle for position in this cold dark world
Survival
Can’t cop my menuvers (Aye) (It’s Lit)
Still in the hood like a tutor
Like Jagger gotta move
(Move like a drilla)
Verse:
Good head she a scholar ,
time on a hoe
For my niggas on the
Block know they post by the
Store real membership no
We don't do the fakes
In debt we them crooks
You end up in a lake
Exclusive BITCH
Remember riding round in an impala Wit a lil baby choppa
Fulla dem bars i upped my lit rod
and shot a lil nigga whole block up
Scrrr off doing
She feelin lonely
She never notice
Cup by the solo
Put in that work
All by her doley
Time never waste
Movin it slowly
She turning water to wine
I need
he was lit
She had to pay for the first date
He pulled a "I left my wallet" trick
You thought your mans was a real nigga
He was your partner in crime
Booty rappers posin' as gunclappers get bitch smacked...need to switch
to bein'
actors image is all ya after ho galacta in the lip the clappers
nah I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (that's my partner in crime, nah I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka
to society is all we watch
In the back seat straped with the throw away glocks
I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
Your people would
Oh yea yea
Ooh oh yea ye
Okay Okay
You know what type of time we on (what)
Okay
Okay
Lit too smoove too wavy (ye)
Still moving like fuck you pay me
and ugly they didn't believe in me
You out here thugging doing all them crimes you better keep it G
Did a lil dirt had to make it work but fuck it I got kids
got to tell you one thing
It's been on my mind
Girl I gotta say
We're partners in crime
You got that certain something
What you give to me
Takes my
Planning on wifing you you be the bride
But girl it take time
Look in your eye and I see you ah dime
Partner and crime
Lord knows I love her god give her
of ten, she my partner in crime
Act like love is a crime, the way niggas hate to show it
Niggas say they real, only matters if they know it
Pain in my
all was just planned
Stand for myself
Stand by my words
I stand
West side
Dirty cash hand to hand
Design shit
Crime scene logo
Own brand
Out of this
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