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  • Текст песни Lil Wayne - Krazy

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    Tell me somethin' I don't know
    I'm flexin' on 'em like torsos
    These niggas slippin' like bar soap
    These niggas listenin', use Morse code
    Boy a nigga sippin' like hoarse throat
    (Clears throat) Excuse me
    These niggas talkin' that beef shit
    We'll check into it like the room cheap
    And all we sell is the greatest feelin' on Earth
    They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork
    Ain't got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in court
    Live fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes Lord
    My nigga order like twenty bricks, I said five bricks with four chicks
    Ridin' with these guns that's carpoolin', bought extra clips when I dove in
    Miss Snow white we snowed in, nigga miss me with that whole shit
    Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with
    Kill everybody you close with, Just don’t stick your nose in
    My bullshit cause I close it like a clothespin
    The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in
    If anyone in that car live, you tell that nigga I owe him
    Yeah, I got my mind right, and my money right, my head on my shoulder
    And my eyesight a lil' blurry but it stand on my corner
    And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over
    Nigga you make that bed you lay in that bed
    Or get that bitch made over
    Tunechi

    [Hook]
    You so cray, Tunechi
    You so cray, bitch
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi
    You so cray, bitch

    [Verse 2]
    Tell me something I don’t know, I’ll tell you something I do know
    Like money guns bitches drugs, niggas call me mucho
    Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in [?]
    We’ll find out your business hours and pop up like [?]
    Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don’t get too close
    To that new nigga with my old hoes--kudos
    For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno
    Getting swole like popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno
    I’m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points
    A.K to your face, not half off like coupons
    Too cool for school but I sold cool points to school boys
    Tell the cops we don’t name drop that's like dropping newborns
    Nigga you crazy

    [Interlude]
    You so crazy, Tunechi
    These hoes lazy
    Nigga tell me somethin' I don't know

    [Verse 3]
    Like where the fuck did my heart go, and show me something I haven’t seen
    And give me what Martin sleep, on the same night he had a dream
    And take me to where I’ve never been, but not to where I’ll never be
    And I ain’t never scared but I’m scared of me, me versus me I need a referee
    Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy
    Fuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit cleaned
    To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine
    These niggas sweeter than Nectarines and Grenadine

    [Hook]

    [Verse 4]
    Tell me something I don’t know, like what happened to hard coke
    You can call me Eddy cause I stay ready, my family call me Eduardo
    I’m music to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong note
    My bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes
    You can find me prancing in the finest mansion with the finest dancer with a height advantage
    She want cocaine pills and weed, liquor and dick she gotta micro manage
    I'm just eating rappers they go nice in salads with some diced up carrots
    I just like a challenge, psychopathic I’m psychopathic
    Nigga give me credit on my balance
    Tunechi
    (And I bump my head when I stand up)

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