Crazy

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Izaya Tiji - Rap

Crazy

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[Intro] You can't tell me on the phone Quit tryna set me up with hoes Rip my chest out on'a phone Should've said you was alone I got caught up with barista Hunnid-round drum look like pizza [Verse] Deep in her throat, I'm fucking that bitch, she do the Batista (Fucked around told her, "Keep them cheeks up") And I told that lil' bitch, "This my freaky song" uh, yeah You know I'm booted, I'm really a geeker, huh, yeah, yeah Went to go buy me a chop but I had molly all over my tongue You know you don't wanna walk and leave yo' body all over my rug Popping out wit' K's, we looking like Taliban Sent you a song then leave you irrelevant You look like a dot, you look like a bеllybutton That bitch she a thot, she said that she cеlibate I'm sendin' these shots, you know I'm the delegate I stepped out in what? My fit costed hella bands Too many people, I know I got hella fans And don't analyze me, I still do hella sins My biddie so fine, you know that she heaven sent This blizzy so fye, that bih' got me elevate I took that ho out, yeah for the hell of it You took your lil' route and that was the end of it I'm only around just to innovate I'm tryna push yo' fate, tryna end the hate You got tears in yo' face, went pape' for pape' I got two bitches on me, that's Zay-way (Yuh) [Outro] No ho, I can't trust a thing You my birth, nigga, that's the slang Off my turf, think there was a bang This ain't nerf, leave you with a stain

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  • Izaya Tiji