Lyrics:
and make it all spin crooked
God please help, too much grim to look at
Grab the tree by the limb and shook it
Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where
And I'm gonna buy me a bulldog to watch my man while he sleeps
I'm gonna buy me a bulldog to watch my man while he sleeps
Men are so doggone crooked
how ever long.
To eat the zone, pressure stones, when you reach that zone.
The bitch go home and leave them crooked bitches alone.
Make your kids,
They want this crooked ass dick make them lose senses
I know God I knew God since a little one
And every time He spoke
Spread love was the key sum
Man I
with anybody want to make dead faces
Crooked-ass judge us (fuck 'em)
Sendin' homies away - every day (what?)
A new nigga, a new case, a new scene
Niggas
the old forest
If I fall, bitch, I'm landin' on all fours
I don't fuck with pigs, so I don't eat pork
Give me crooked-ass smiles, make your teeth warped
unsaid
Advanced another space, can't hold your hand, can't see your face
Will you make another star, a crooked patrol card in your heart
Should I buy
thought about it
A perfect smile is more appealing but it's funny how
My shit is crooked look at how far I done got without it
I keep my twisted grill,
Crooked, Crooked, Crooked
I been lookin, lookin, lookin
Lookin for that crime to fill my time up
Bitch come on and find us
We dripped out in designa
Crowns, Halos Choose One
Crooked cops
Hood opps
Make me question are there any good cops
Lights flashing pull up on ya bumper
Make one false move
five and I'm thinking how did
I make it out these crooked situations trials and tribulations
It could have been twenty five that I was facing life is
to demands
right now is time to rise
raise your fists into the skies
crush that crooked enterprise
make them pay for all their lies
I'm tired of giving you
squeeze it up like a vice grip
Make yo mind trip homeboy don't simp Real Talk-
She'll have you sittin' in the dark modulating
On a Citation X contemplating
slow, die slow, die slow
And anybody who grimy who wanna try me make 'em die slow
Crooked cop bustin' shots yeah he tagged a Haitian
He died slow you can
high
And be among the goats
Make a song with Crooked I
Slim Shady and the Royce
I wanna be on the top
I wanna make it at once
I wanna do many shows
events, can convince you to jam, big city bangin, make you blame it on the boogie
make your neck go crooked, keep a fly honey lookin like a puppy in
looking
Chains so heavy I be walking fucking crooked
Tryna make them moves but now you blew your pelvis out
Mercenaries getting big like elvis now
We just
Careful who be in ya circle, Mfkas fake as shit
I go to war like my heart is purple, wit people who’ll hurt you to make a flip
Fuck crooked cops
congratulate the few
Who coagulate, graduate and make it through
This crooked system that designed to only make a few
Get to postulate they silly fake point
books I make away, let's play it smart
Crooked looks and crooked smiles from my people, guess that's how it is
Run around the city, they got niggas tryna
my space, you gotta make yours
Script already crooked
I'm just crumbling the page more
Tryna book it
Nigga where the sage at?
Treat my presence like
The morning sun is a soft reminder
The graceful arc of a kind word
The curvature of your naked body
The songs you make at night
The crooked throat
on my block
Had to make good with crooked-ass cops
Witness innocent bystanders get shot
Made a livin', ready or not
(To stay true) to all my niggas
your face makes me erase my crooked smile
Because in this way I found in you what was lost in me
Because in this way I found in you all that i need
.jpg/174px-Mike_Smith_BET_One_Shot_DJ_Khaled_(cropped).jpg "Crooked I")
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