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Kidd Kidd - Crooks lyrics

Artist: Kidd Kidd

album: Street Fame


That lil nigga name whole weight
But he don't exercise
That lil nigga, there stay wildin'
He need to act his size
Know that lil nigga be robbin'
They lil nigga don't play no games
All jokes aside
No loyalty among thieves nigga we all crooks
You can see the setup right in front of you
Take a harder look
The closer one to you, the one who get you shook?
22 bullet hit his calf and came out his foot
All this dirt on my hands, left stains on a good book
We learn how to cook crack without a cook book
Somebody gotta pay for all this pain, that you took
I just swung on a nigga, and then I came up with this hook
Look? you got the right to be arrogant, look where we came from
We feel like Barrack Obama, when that change come
If it ain't jail, it's changed that's how they slave us
My president will save money before he save us
If I asked you a line, that's realer you can't name one
So many lamps? in this bitch, glad they came with us?
I know a killer who caused six bodies with the same gun
When he got killed, they turned his ashes to angel dust
I'm Kidd Kidd, but Peanut to those who really know me
Stop yelling home-team, when you know you ain't my homie
You sacrifice everything you have just to wear a Rollie
You talking to them hoes, Imaging what you tell the police
This money come with no regret, so I can't be sorry
My girl watch everything, don't post me on your IG story
Stop stuntin' like you drop your head?
And knowing you never there?
I sent so much smoke your way, to make your lungs fail
Everybody wanna be gangster, but I can't tell
Putting your beef on the internet, another way to tell
That lil nigga name whole weight
But he don't exercise
That lil nigga, there stay wildin'
He need to act his size
Know that lil nigga be robbin'
They lil nigga don't play no games
All jokes aside
No loyalty among thieves nigga we all crooks
You can see the setup right in front of you
Take a harder look
The closer one to you, the one who get you shook?
22 bullet hit his calf and came out his foot
All this dirt on my hands, left stains on a good book
We learn how to cook crack without a cook book
Somebody gotta pay for all this pain, that you took
I just swung on a nigga, and then I came up with this hook
They love when I talk that real shit
Because they going through it
Can't pay attention to niggas
When they under the influence
Them Xans got you on Lean, you don't give a fuck
Go weed and Henny, make you think about
Everything you ever done
Nothing a man can ever do, that's knew under the son?
But take care they sons, I got more than one
Calling my nigga El over? Tell him bring the soda
We gotta pour up one
Drowning in our problems, hope we don't drown ourself
When you lose to many homage, you gotta find yourself
Do my dirt about all lonely?
Can't rat on myself, some niggas are for sale
You never caught my hand out begging for your help
Well all supposed to eat, but niggas get to greedy
Can't cry over spilled milk, but you still gotta clean it
You can't stop nigga from ballin' you need better defense
Can't tell youngin' nothing these days, they say you preaching
My girl keep accusing me, I told her stop reaching
If I slip again, that mean I lost a battle to my demon
And I don't want to say you tryna leaving, but that's how I see it
My homie ran up for me before, I just told him keep it
Respect the game, when I tell you no the next time you need me
You never find a teeth mark on their hand that feed me
You up right now, on your way down you gotta see me
I ain't doing to good to mess up and plugs?
That lil nigga name whole weight
But he don't exercise
That lil nigga, there stay wildin'
He need to act his size
Know that lil nigga be robbin'
They lil nigga don't play no games
All jokes aside
No loyalty among thieves nigga we all crooks
You can see the setup right in front of you
Take a harder look
The closer one to you, the one who get you shook?
22 bullet hit his calf and came out his foot
All this dirt on my hands, left stains on a good book
We learn how to cook crack without a cook book
Somebody gotta pay for all this pain, that you took
I just swung on a nigga, and then I came up with this hook

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