Fashawn
Fashawn - Halfway Crooks songtekst
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Assassin, nigga it's F, nigga it's F Nigga Black mask and it's the season Motherfucker, I don't get mad, I get even Burning the devil, let us out the garden, he eating 20 deep in the park, porting my hitters We all here, grizzly game playing your part bears I support the right to arm bears Mom stares, I lift you out your launch air Nigga, just keep it calm, when the don's near And this is cloud rap, off a loud pat Committin, foul acts with a wild batch, ah A chain snatchin, game havin, Crown figures, you know my nigga You's a halfway crook, pokin bitches on facebook Yeah, the same lame get his chain took Ah, the same lame get his chain took Halfway crooks, halfway crooks, halfway crooks Halfway crooks, halfway crooks, halfway crooks Halfway crooks, halfway crooks, halfway crooks Halfway crooks, halfway crooks, halfway crooks Niggas say that I graduated from schemin Well maybe not, still california dreamin The parkin lot's full of impalas and beamers A couple yachts, bitches follow with my seamen A shoe box full of dollars for no reason I'm a problem, just believe it I'm bombing like I'm bullimic, over something supersonic Kinda ...procedures Halfway crooks, halfway crooks, halfway crooks Halfway crooks, halfway crooks, halfway crooks Halfway crooks, halfway crooks, halfway crooks Halfway crooks, halfway crooks, halfway crooks.