Crazzy Lyrics
| Song | Crazzy |
| Artist | Sheek Louch |
| Album | Walk Witt Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jacobs, Lunnon | |
| Lyrics: [intro (talking)] imma make the hits yall book the shows [Hook] | |
| Aiyyo Bling bling, whats that? | |
| Sheek Louch is back | |
| Ride ride, you got my back? where the heaters at? 12 gauge, tech nines, yo! where the hit em at? | |
| D block, we got 'em going crazy, crazy [Verse One] | |
| Aiyyo, whos that looking through my window | |
| Blaaaow, y'all muh'*******as know my style | |
| Any ******* looking and | |
| I'm daffy ducking his ass | |
| Beat upside down, straight bucking his ass | |
| Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass | |
| Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass | |
| Yeeeeeah!, it can be who? | |
| Sheek the mc | |
| Spit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mc | |
| I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper | |
| Thats why my vocabulary sick | |
| Use big words like, suck-my-******* | |
| You dont wanna play | |
| Louch, wit out entering cheats | |
| I'm like Eddie | |
| Kane ******* from the | |
| Five Heart | |
| Beats Coke thicker than ya muh'******* cream of wheats | |
| Paper too small nowadays, | |
| I write on sheets | |
| And I done made so many hits, | |
| I'm about to cop cleats [Hook] [Verse Two] | |
| Without baking soda still keep the arm and hammer | |
| D block flag waving on the rangest tanner | |
| In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana | |
| Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana | |
| Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing | |
| Sheek Louch, | |
| D-block, stop | |
| Rose like jalen | |
| No bull, nickle plate catch me pailing | |
| Scoop big *******z, put 'em through half the sailing | |
| Yeah! I dont care if | |
| I sell or not | |
| The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove | |
| ******* mainstream, keep me wit gangstah love | |
| Street *******t, | |
| Sheek *******t, bring life to tug | |
| Ha ha, I'm like new, but | |
| I been here tho | |
| Just low, | |
| I ain't drop and y'all wanting a show | |
| Book it, let the hood in and let me rock | |
| Bring the hardest *******z from ya block, what up! [Hook] [Verse Three] | |
| I got big signs, ******* dog, beware the owner | |
| Step out, shopping boxes, | |
| Lemon Coronna | |
| Scratching my ass, hoping that the kids tresspass | |
| One of 'em vietnam *******z, my stitch wit hair triggers | |
| I'm hot like, bout to start breaking you up | |
| I feel the earths a little baller *******z shaking me up | |
| I'm bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up | |
| I get coke before, | |
| I ever be outside wit a cup | |
| And yo what, thats right, the god sick wit it | |
| May be before, but right now the kid | |
| Louch forget it | |
| I'm the best out right now, spread the news | |
| I could write a book, | |
| Louch the new | |
| Langston Hughes | |
| Yellow Play | |
| Boy *******, stin | |
| Pepe Lepues | |
| I dont just clap, | |
| Sheek'll make the 4 go off | |
| Espionage and all that, like gombachev | |
| Hit the block and make the o's go off, oow! |
| zuo qu : Jacobs, Lunnon | |
| Lyrics: intro talking imma make the hits yall book the shows Hook | |
| Aiyyo Bling bling, whats that? | |
| Sheek Louch is back | |
| Ride ride, you got my back? where the heaters at? 12 gauge, tech nines, yo! where the hit em at? | |
| D block, we got ' em going crazy, crazy Verse One | |
| Aiyyo, whos that looking through my window | |
| Blaaaow, y' all muh' as know my style | |
| Any looking and | |
| I' m daffy ducking his ass | |
| Beat upside down, straight bucking his ass | |
| Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass | |
| Old man style, bust a bottle, cut ' em wit glass | |
| Yeeeeeah!, it can be who? | |
| Sheek the mc | |
| Spit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mc | |
| I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper | |
| Thats why my vocabulary sick | |
| Use big words like, suckmy | |
| You dont wanna play | |
| Louch, wit out entering cheats | |
| I' m like Eddie | |
| Kane from the | |
| Five Heart | |
| Beats Coke thicker than ya muh' cream of wheats | |
| Paper too small nowadays, | |
| I write on sheets | |
| And I done made so many hits, | |
| I' m about to cop cleats Hook Verse Two | |
| Without baking soda still keep the arm and hammer | |
| D block flag waving on the rangest tanner | |
| In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana | |
| Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana | |
| Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing | |
| Sheek Louch, | |
| Dblock, stop | |
| Rose like jalen | |
| No bull, nickle plate catch me pailing | |
| Scoop big z, put ' em through half the sailing | |
| Yeah! I dont care if | |
| I sell or not | |
| The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove | |
| mainstream, keep me wit gangstah love | |
| Street t, | |
| Sheek t, bring life to tug | |
| Ha ha, I' m like new, but | |
| I been here tho | |
| Just low, | |
| I ain' t drop and y' all wanting a show | |
| Book it, let the hood in and let me rock | |
| Bring the hardest z from ya block, what up! Hook Verse Three | |
| I got big signs, dog, beware the owner | |
| Step out, shopping boxes, | |
| Lemon Coronna | |
| Scratching my ass, hoping that the kids tresspass | |
| One of ' em vietnam z, my stitch wit hair triggers | |
| I' m hot like, bout to start breaking you up | |
| I feel the earths a little baller z shaking me up | |
| I' m bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up | |
| I get coke before, | |
| I ever be outside wit a cup | |
| And yo what, thats right, the god sick wit it | |
| May be before, but right now the kid | |
| Louch forget it | |
| I' m the best out right now, spread the news | |
| I could write a book, | |
| Louch the new | |
| Langston Hughes | |
| Yellow Play | |
| Boy , stin | |
| Pepe Lepues | |
| I dont just clap, | |
| Sheek' ll make the 4 go off | |
| Espionage and all that, like gombachev | |
| Hit the block and make the o' s go off, oow! |
| zuò qǔ : Jacobs, Lunnon | |
| Lyrics: intro talking imma make the hits yall book the shows Hook | |
| Aiyyo Bling bling, whats that? | |
| Sheek Louch is back | |
| Ride ride, you got my back? where the heaters at? 12 gauge, tech nines, yo! where the hit em at? | |
| D block, we got ' em going crazy, crazy Verse One | |
| Aiyyo, whos that looking through my window | |
| Blaaaow, y' all muh' as know my style | |
| Any looking and | |
| I' m daffy ducking his ass | |
| Beat upside down, straight bucking his ass | |
| Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass | |
| Old man style, bust a bottle, cut ' em wit glass | |
| Yeeeeeah!, it can be who? | |
| Sheek the mc | |
| Spit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mc | |
| I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper | |
| Thats why my vocabulary sick | |
| Use big words like, suckmy | |
| You dont wanna play | |
| Louch, wit out entering cheats | |
| I' m like Eddie | |
| Kane from the | |
| Five Heart | |
| Beats Coke thicker than ya muh' cream of wheats | |
| Paper too small nowadays, | |
| I write on sheets | |
| And I done made so many hits, | |
| I' m about to cop cleats Hook Verse Two | |
| Without baking soda still keep the arm and hammer | |
| D block flag waving on the rangest tanner | |
| In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana | |
| Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana | |
| Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing | |
| Sheek Louch, | |
| Dblock, stop | |
| Rose like jalen | |
| No bull, nickle plate catch me pailing | |
| Scoop big z, put ' em through half the sailing | |
| Yeah! I dont care if | |
| I sell or not | |
| The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove | |
| mainstream, keep me wit gangstah love | |
| Street t, | |
| Sheek t, bring life to tug | |
| Ha ha, I' m like new, but | |
| I been here tho | |
| Just low, | |
| I ain' t drop and y' all wanting a show | |
| Book it, let the hood in and let me rock | |
| Bring the hardest z from ya block, what up! Hook Verse Three | |
| I got big signs, dog, beware the owner | |
| Step out, shopping boxes, | |
| Lemon Coronna | |
| Scratching my ass, hoping that the kids tresspass | |
| One of ' em vietnam z, my stitch wit hair triggers | |
| I' m hot like, bout to start breaking you up | |
| I feel the earths a little baller z shaking me up | |
| I' m bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up | |
| I get coke before, | |
| I ever be outside wit a cup | |
| And yo what, thats right, the god sick wit it | |
| May be before, but right now the kid | |
| Louch forget it | |
| I' m the best out right now, spread the news | |
| I could write a book, | |
| Louch the new | |
| Langston Hughes | |
| Yellow Play | |
| Boy , stin | |
| Pepe Lepues | |
| I dont just clap, | |
| Sheek' ll make the 4 go off | |
| Espionage and all that, like gombachev | |
| Hit the block and make the o' s go off, oow! |
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