Conejo

Conejo - Crime Writer lyrics

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When I was ah kid I was packing a sack 
I got sent to the store with ah book of food stamps
To get some milk and some fucking bread
The gang shit spread vatos busting their led
Bloodshed and they say I'm crazy
I got bitches talking even bosses ladies 
Escupo lumbre at the fucking detectives
Everything in my life got ah little more hectic
The objective was to take me out
So we seen their moves got ah sucker laid out 
Hear me now East West and South
Gives ah fuck who you is I put ah glock in your mouth
It's like Blow! If you had some doubt 
Ah worldwide G weed shitting aloud
It ends now cuz I say it does
Ese I'ma catch ah buzz and lay low for the fuzz
The crime writer got verses from hell 
That shit he composed will fucking put you right there
Bust heat at the world premiere 
But don't say ah word about the shit you hear
The crime writer got you losing your sleep 
Ese vicious nightmares about the killer that sweeps
Bust heat at world premiere I hope to see no evil cuz 
you clipping for real
You can't win if your ass won't play and I don't give 
ah damn what you got to say
I know the rules of the game don't apply to lames 
and if you want in you gotta kill to stay
Homie serio watch this fall off your face
Before I pull my shit out it might catch you and brace
I dumb slays you and translates to six 
This more touched zone got you feeling ah fix
This is it heroin and white
Will I ever take ah sleep with this cristal white
Show your right there be guerra tonight
Till the wheels fall off all the bullets it's like
Dos Cuetes y mi perro Veneno 
That's the tinta de tatuaje and we getting them pencils
Like I say so loco pass me the mac
BRA! I eraded with cash
The crime writer got verses from hell 
That shit he composed will fucking put you right there
Bust heat at the world premiere 
But don't say ah word about the shit you hear
The crime writer got you losing your sleep 
Ese vicious nightmares about the killer that sweeps
Bust heat at world premiere I hope to see no evil cuz 
you clipping for real
The crimes I write will take you into the night
Big C Rock ignite them mics 
It sound right but the frequency low 
Whole world wanna know how we get that dough
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Language: English

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