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​crystal

Album cover art for "​crystal" by P-LO & SOB X RBE

P-LO & SOB X RBE - Rap, West Coast Rap

​crystal

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July 20, 2018.

Lyrics

[Intro: P-Lo] Aye, had to let a bitch go Aye, had to let a bitch go Aye Aye Aye, aye, aye, aye [Verse 1: P-Lo] Uh, hella saucy, I'm crystal I go dumb, Too $hort, blow the whistle I'm the one, you the two, like a pencil Aye, you don't live what's posted on your Insta All that fakin', you can save it Ain't your kid, so I'm not the one to play with She always callin', always beggin' me to save her Rockin' with my gang, it came up with me from the pavement Bitch, I'm on my big dog status I'm on your shit, don't matter She want the wood like cabin Just one time don't feel like stabbin', uh On the run, I ran pages I'm the one that makes girls love Asians When I'm around it's no statements They thought I talk flagrant [Chorus: P-Lo] Poppin' like Crisco, aye Had to let a bitch go, aye Had to let a bitch go, aye Lot of bands, keep a big roll, aye Had to let a bitch know, aye, uh Poppin' like Crisco, aye Had to let a bitch go, aye Had to let a bitch go, aye Lot of bands, keep a big roll, aye Had to let a bitch know, aye Yeah, uh Aye, had to let a bitch go Aye, had to let a bitch go (RBExSOB that's the gang bitch) [Verse 2: Slimmy B] Had to let that broke bitch be Buck down, pay 450 for these ripped jeans Well respected in these streets like I'm Big Meech Glock 23 but the clip hold 16 These niggas wanna be me but they can't though Choppa make a nigga sing like he Dej Loaf Fuck me, my enemies you need to pray for I could never trick or give this dick to a stank hoe Talk down I'm at your doorstep like a Jehovah In that G Wagon, no this ain't no fuckin' Rover When you slide, ain't no talkin' bitch, bend over But I ain't hittin' shit if it got a odor How you trapper of the year workin' at Best Buy VVS on my chain this ain't SI Thought that vest was gon' save you but that best lie And no I ain't catchin' feelin's, I just catch flights, nigga [Verse 3: DaBoii] Stop actin' like you sick, boy you perfectly fine You favorite rapper not the truth, I heard he a liey Nigga, even when I'm wrong think I'm personally right And you nigga got bitch ways he fasholy a dyke Had to let that bitch go with her retarded ass The boy fallin' off?, Nah, bitch I was just fallin' back Politics is politics, and you don't want no parts of that You ain't got no house, so where that chimmy ass apartment at And if I told you 'bout my drank, then you might start to laugh Bitch I ain't sendin' you no Uber, dammit call a cab Ain't no point of lyin' to me, I know all the facts And my real my number I won't give, but you can call the trap We don't fuck with snitches, hell to the nah And if them rollers snatched you up, you would tell them the law If a war had started, you would tell em to call You put my name on paperwork, shells'll mail in the morn [Chorus: P-Lo] Poppin' like Crisco, aye Had to let a bitch go, aye Had to let a bitch go, aye Lot of bands, keep a big roll, aye Had to let a bitch know, aye, uh Poppin' like Crisco, aye Had to let a bitch go, aye Had to let a bitch go, aye Lot of bands, keep a big roll, aye Had to let a bitch know, aye [Outro] [?]

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Credits

Writers
  • DaBoii
  • Slimmy B
  • SOB X RBE
  • P-LO