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lirik lagu crimeapple & v don - railroad avenue

[intro]
do what i tell you
don’t make no fast moves, a lot of dead heroes back there get nervous (clean, woah)
tuh, woah

[verse 1]
babe pleasin’ my account, no need for my name in your mouth
i never needed rap~beefin’ for the clout
even eatin’ in the drought, a hunnid~dollar haircut
just to smoke weed and eatin’ pizza in my house
house deep as the amount when b~tches want you to pee in they mouth
and every single ex keep reachin’ out
like, “cheatin’ doesn’t count”
she swear i’ma check her wave and orgies at the premises
forty on the tennis fit
sporty in the grand turismo with the gizmos
san jose to san francisco, takin’ all bets
lames still hop in the mentions, makin’ soft threats
put my pendants out the boxes and they all wet (woah)
this cubano hit like chocolate, i’m a sweetheart
need to be restrained inside the booth, i’m a r~t~rd (woah)
spider~man kawasaki, wolverine jeep parked
if poverty got filled up, someone fall through the cheesecloth

[chorus]
just kick off your shoes and relax your feet (get it?)
wanna see where escobar live, ask for me
twenty thousand plus gualas that’ll blast for me (ay~yay~yay)
(you know you done f~cked up, right?) rra (woah), rra, rra
[verse 2]
i used to battle on railroad avenue, never lost once (never lost once)
pick someone apart, leave ’em surrounded by chalk dust (rra, rra, rra)
then jump in the acura and light the randy moss up (woah)
now the tempura is crispy like they gifted in sawdust
okinawa in osaka, heard they saw us
got a couple pieces in my luggage and they all bust
grew up foul when ma was tryin’ hard gust
i don’t feel nothin’, veal cutlets on the tour bus
heard a rapper felt a way, i was trippin’
sh~t ain’t hittin’, tell that fat f~ck, “stay in the kitchen”
i f~ck around, write a cook book, cocaine appetizers
fentanyl entrées, medellín farm~raised
nah, don’t confuse ace of spade with the andre (no, no, no)
felony, why you sellin’ weed if the bars pay? (riddle me that)
i’m lookin’ like a gym teacher on my off~days
next day, i’m all waves, neck like an arcade

[interlude]
woah
bing~bing~bing~bing~bing~bing (just like that)
f~ck, you gotta be kiddin’ me, man, keep actin’ like f~ckin’ hoes out here (i’m lookin’ dave and busters)

[chorus]
just kick off your shoes and relax your feet (uh~huh)
wanna see where escobar live, ask for me (you askin’ for me)
twenty thousand plus gualas that’ll blast for me (uh~huh)
guys frontin’ on crime, that’s blasphemy
just kick off your shoes and relax your feet (uh~huh)
wanna see where escobar live, ask for me (woah)
twenty thousand plus gualas that’ll blast for me (woah)
guys frontin’ on crime, that’s blasphemy (okay)
[outro]
just kick off your shoes and relax your feet (no problem)
ha
the true leader of medellín, it is you

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