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Crooked I The Kite

route You box, I shoot glocks, we just don't compare in a bout A shot caller I'm airin' you out A boss baller Crooked I, you know I'm wearing Cartier

route You box, I shoot glocks, we just don't compare in a bout A shot caller I'm airin' you out A boss baller Crooked I, you know I'm wearing Cartier

Goin' to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You motherfuckin' crook You want

certainty Ask me if I'm set to serve, I say, certainly Higher than the kite, I'm high off life At the height of my career, a high priest on mikes I'

to tha last roach) Now I'm real fucked up yes high as hell Ring ding ding do I hear some bells or am I just trippin thinkin about that 4 that I'm dippin

[verse 1] I'm gonna take you back .. to 1980 People thought she was crazy for keepin' her baby Being only thirteen thinking' how she would love a son

strong bluff I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it Speak with criminal slang That's just the way that I

, I went behind the boat creeping Now I'm thinking 'I hope he's sleeping' we both peeped him like Fuck the others, he saw me, I seen him So I ran in

Cheerio I'm trippin' off this shit 'cause I ain't never seen it right I'm feelin' kind of leary 'cause I'm higher than a kite The pipe has really got