Krazy Lyrics
| Song | Krazy |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | Krazy - Single |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] | |
| Tell me something I don't know | |
| I'm flexing on 'em like torsos | |
| These *****s slipping like bar soap | |
| These *****s listening use Morse code | |
| Boy a ***** sipping like parched throat | |
| (Clears throat) Excuse me | |
| These *****s talking that beef *******t | |
| We'll check into it like the room cheap | |
| And all we sell is the greatest feeling 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 ***** order like twenty bricks, I sent 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, ***** miss me with that whole *******t | |
| 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 bull*******t 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 ***** 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's stayin' on my quota | |
| And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over | |
| ***** you make that bed, you lay in that bed | |
| Or get that ******* made over | |
| Tunechi | |
| [Hook] | |
| You so crazy, Tunechi | |
| You so crazy, ******* | |
| 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, ******* | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Tell me something I don’t know, I’ll tell you something I do know | |
| Like money drugs ******* guns, *****s call me mucho | |
| Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in Chuco | |
| We’ll find out your business hours and pop up like new toast | |
| Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don’t get too close | |
| To that new ***** with my old hoes, kudos | |
| For my *****s on Rikers Island back there playing Uno | |
| Getting swole like Popeye for *****s walking around like Bruno | |
| I’m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points | |
| A.K to your face, knock 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 | |
| ***** you crazy | |
| [Interlude] | |
| You so crazy, Tunechi | |
| These hoes made me | |
| ***** tell me somethin' I don't know | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Like where the ***** did my heart go, and show me something I haven’t seen | |
| And give me what help 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 | |
| ***** deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit cleaned | |
| To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine | |
| These *****s 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 Eddie cause I stay ready,my family call me Eduardo | |
| I’m music to these ******* ears I hit that ass like the wrong note | |
| My ******* 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 ******* pills and *******, liquor and ******* 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, so psychopathic, ***** give me credit... on my balance | |
| Lil Tunechi | |
| Stand up *****s | |
| And I bump my head when I stand up) |
| Verse 1: Lil Wayne | |
| Tell me something I don' t know | |
| I' m flexing on ' em like torsos | |
| These s slipping like bar soap | |
| These s listening use Morse code | |
| Boy a sipping like parched throat | |
| Clears throat Excuse me | |
| These s talking that beef t | |
| We' ll check into it like the room cheap | |
| And all we sell is the greatest feeling 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 order like twenty bricks, I sent 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, miss me with that whole t | |
| 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 bull t 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 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' s stayin' on my quota | |
| And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over | |
| you make that bed, you lay in that bed | |
| Or get that made over | |
| Tunechi | |
| Hook | |
| You so crazy, Tunechi | |
| You so crazy, | |
| 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, | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Tell me something I don' t know, I' ll tell you something I do know | |
| Like money drugs guns, s call me mucho | |
| Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in Chuco | |
| We' ll find out your business hours and pop up like new toast | |
| Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don' t get too close | |
| To that new with my old hoes, kudos | |
| For my s on Rikers Island back there playing Uno | |
| Getting swole like Popeye for s walking around like Bruno | |
| I' m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points | |
| A. K to your face, knock 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 | |
| you crazy | |
| Interlude | |
| You so crazy, Tunechi | |
| These hoes made me | |
| tell me somethin' I don' t know | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Like where the did my heart go, and show me something I haven' t seen | |
| And give me what help 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 | |
| deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit cleaned | |
| To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine | |
| These s 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 Eddie cause I stay ready, my family call me Eduardo | |
| I' m music to these ears I hit that ass like the wrong note | |
| My 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 pills and , liquor and 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, so psychopathic, give me credit... on my balance | |
| Lil Tunechi | |
| Stand up s | |
| And I bump my head when I stand up |
| Verse 1: Lil Wayne | |
| Tell me something I don' t know | |
| I' m flexing on ' em like torsos | |
| These s slipping like bar soap | |
| These s listening use Morse code | |
| Boy a sipping like parched throat | |
| Clears throat Excuse me | |
| These s talking that beef t | |
| We' ll check into it like the room cheap | |
| And all we sell is the greatest feeling 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 order like twenty bricks, I sent 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, miss me with that whole t | |
| 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 bull t 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 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' s stayin' on my quota | |
| And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over | |
| you make that bed, you lay in that bed | |
| Or get that made over | |
| Tunechi | |
| Hook | |
| You so crazy, Tunechi | |
| You so crazy, | |
| 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, | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Tell me something I don' t know, I' ll tell you something I do know | |
| Like money drugs guns, s call me mucho | |
| Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in Chuco | |
| We' ll find out your business hours and pop up like new toast | |
| Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don' t get too close | |
| To that new with my old hoes, kudos | |
| For my s on Rikers Island back there playing Uno | |
| Getting swole like Popeye for s walking around like Bruno | |
| I' m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points | |
| A. K to your face, knock 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 | |
| you crazy | |
| Interlude | |
| You so crazy, Tunechi | |
| These hoes made me | |
| tell me somethin' I don' t know | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Like where the did my heart go, and show me something I haven' t seen | |
| And give me what help 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 | |
| deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit cleaned | |
| To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine | |
| These s 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 Eddie cause I stay ready, my family call me Eduardo | |
| I' m music to these ears I hit that ass like the wrong note | |
| My 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 pills and , liquor and 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, so psychopathic, give me credit... on my balance | |
| Lil Tunechi | |
| Stand up s | |
| And I bump my head when I stand up |
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