Lirik Lagu Crisis - Rich Brian feat. 21 Savage
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Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6Think 'bout money, then 'bout thisI got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)Yessiree I did, ayy
Got that ass on meSound like I'm from New York CityAirbnb, gon' fuck in itShe know that I do the music (music)Always cook at home, I'm tryna to save upTryna do my friends some favorsGave her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ayy)
27 shows, I go through cities every now and thenI watch the crowd, they jumpin', watchin' me (watchin' me)Cut, cut to days agoI'm just a kid not old enough to smoke a cigThey wonder, "What's the recipe?" (Ayy, recipe)They want me to call home, I can hear the drum rollBut understand I'm out here for a reasonLi-livin' in my own home, father miss me I knowBut also he know that I'm on a mission (mission)
I got diamonds on my fist and shitDiamonds on my wrist and shitSo icy, bitch, I'm colder than a freezer (bling-blaow)My main bitch bitchin' (21), side bitch trippin'Bitch I love ya'll both but none of y'all ain't no keepersI'll leave ya, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers (21)Made a million dollars with Adidas (21)Can't have a ticket, nigga, off my beeper (21)Take this shit to trial, nigga, I'm gon' beat itSpilt my lean, it got me heatedSay it one time, I don't repeat itBaby, get down on your knees and eat it, (wow) eat it, eat itWalking out of Louis V with the big boxYeah I pulled at Saint Laurent, I made a pit stopYoung Savage walk around with the big Glock (21)With that.30 hangin' out, nigga that's hip-hop (facts)Car too fast, 12 can't stop me (skrrt)Bitch too bad, hoes can't fuck me (21)You was running from the smoke, nigga, not me (on God)Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now it's O.D. (21)
Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6Think 'bout money, then 'bout thisI got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)Yessiree I did, ayy
She act like a birdI wear shit made out of furYour man say he getting moneyClaim that he's entrepreneurFast car like Fast & FuriousShe throw it back, DeloreanI'm sittin' in somebody's BMW recordin' thisNot my whip, not my whipRather walk or take a LyftOn a trip, I hit the stripThat made me sad and then I dipAyy, Brian learnin' how to live it (damn)People 'round him go in circlesHead is spinnin' with no fidget (recipe)Used to play the drums thoughNever liked it, no, noLil' Brian didn't see the bigger pictureRap-rap on my own beats soOne hundred percent goesStraight to my li'l pockets and I keep it
Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6Think 'bout money, then 'bout thisI got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)Yessiree I did, ayy
Got that ass on meSound like I'm from New York CityAirbnb, gon' fuck in itShe know that I do the music (music)Always cook at home, I'm tryna to save upTryna do my friends some favorsGave her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ayy)
Got that ass on meSound like I'm from New York CityAirbnb, gon' fuck in itShe know that I do the music (music)Always cook at home, I'm tryna to save upTryna do my friends some favorsGave her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ayy)
27 shows, I go through cities every now and thenI watch the crowd, they jumpin', watchin' me (watchin' me)Cut, cut to days agoI'm just a kid not old enough to smoke a cigThey wonder, "What's the recipe?" (Ayy, recipe)They want me to call home, I can hear the drum rollBut understand I'm out here for a reasonLi-livin' in my own home, father miss me I knowBut also he know that I'm on a mission (mission)
I got diamonds on my fist and shitDiamonds on my wrist and shitSo icy, bitch, I'm colder than a freezer (bling-blaow)My main bitch bitchin' (21), side bitch trippin'Bitch I love ya'll both but none of y'all ain't no keepersI'll leave ya, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers (21)Made a million dollars with Adidas (21)Can't have a ticket, nigga, off my beeper (21)Take this shit to trial, nigga, I'm gon' beat itSpilt my lean, it got me heatedSay it one time, I don't repeat itBaby, get down on your knees and eat it, (wow) eat it, eat itWalking out of Louis V with the big boxYeah I pulled at Saint Laurent, I made a pit stopYoung Savage walk around with the big Glock (21)With that.30 hangin' out, nigga that's hip-hop (facts)Car too fast, 12 can't stop me (skrrt)Bitch too bad, hoes can't fuck me (21)You was running from the smoke, nigga, not me (on God)Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now it's O.D. (21)
Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6Think 'bout money, then 'bout thisI got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)Yessiree I did, ayy
She act like a birdI wear shit made out of furYour man say he getting moneyClaim that he's entrepreneurFast car like Fast & FuriousShe throw it back, DeloreanI'm sittin' in somebody's BMW recordin' thisNot my whip, not my whipRather walk or take a LyftOn a trip, I hit the stripThat made me sad and then I dipAyy, Brian learnin' how to live it (damn)People 'round him go in circlesHead is spinnin' with no fidget (recipe)Used to play the drums thoughNever liked it, no, noLil' Brian didn't see the bigger pictureRap-rap on my own beats soOne hundred percent goesStraight to my li'l pockets and I keep it
Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6Think 'bout money, then 'bout thisI got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)Yessiree I did, ayy
Got that ass on meSound like I'm from New York CityAirbnb, gon' fuck in itShe know that I do the music (music)Always cook at home, I'm tryna to save upTryna do my friends some favorsGave her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ayy)
