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lirik lagu dj muggs, crimeapple & rlx - don eladio vuente

[intro: crimeapple & rlx]
f~ck around and find out
yup
fire fire fire
let’s go
woah
uh huh
yo yo, yo yo
yo yo, yo yo

[verse 1: rlx]
i ain’t really worried ‘bout what a n~gga think of me (not at all)
i be floating on a cloud, you was way down, how you tryna sit with me (how)
i be smoking out the pound, bag from the loud like i went trick~or~treat (loud)
prolly zoning in and out, back in the wild, still i ain’t miss a beat (zoning)
i’ma go a hundred miles, shawty love the style, where you goin’ now (she love it)
wild heavy lay the crown, everyday i’m out, i’ma hold it down
i ain’t slowing down, bring another sound, in and out of town, blaze another ounce (smoke)
another day that i’ma make a way, yeah, another day that i’ma count (i’m countin’)
i’m f~cking paid through love and hate, ain’t nothing change but the route (nothing)
another fake, you another lame, too much to say from the couch (too much)
it was sunny days, it was mud and rain, made a hundred plays in the house (a hunnid)
you was running game with ya’ mouth
you gon’ run away when it’s south (you gon’ run)
i’ma numb the pain with a blunt of haze like i’m from the days of 2000 (that piff)
the neighbors gon’ be complaining ‘cause [?] too loud
[verse 2: crimeapple]
my bracelets saying cool down (yup)
my new chain could weigh a fool down (yup)
new whip it came with a couch, my watch chimed in and said blow
my b~tch talking bout italy and germany for vacation (okay b~tch)
my side b~tch wanna see the world, i just told her ass stay patient (woah)
my german b~tch like don’t you ever show up with none of ya’ lovers (woah)
my italian b~tch like you oughta pull up with ‘em both, you know i’ll love it
bread used to talk louder, but the more bread i got it got quiet (shh)
got me lookin’ at the loudest person in the room flexing like you lyin’
my closet sounding like fight club and that’s the room where the goat slept
the other closet got more jackets than the nightclub in the coat check (woah)
the other closet too much manteca and we just talking that one crib
the other spot by the mountain side where the breeze cool and the sun hit (the sun hit)
haters talk about dumb sh~t, they can’t rap but my gun spit (bow)
when i was broke, knew how to make a ben frank turn into two hundred

[spoken: crimeapple]
(ay yi yi)
yeah, just take it easy, just get right here
know what i’m sayin’ (make it turn to two hundred)
jump in the pot, do the macarena (i’ma clone you)
we gon’ figure it out (yup)

[verse 3: crimeapple]
when the math wasn’t really mathing, went and made math off of my language (brr)
got a bunch calling me honey and my cheese startin’ to talk danish (h~llo?)
could throw change at the plaintiff
or throw propane at the banquet
handk!ll when i bang sh~t, i’m like bobby hill with the asians (woah)
[?] pill what it came with, now it’s molly all up in the daiquiri (woah)
your raps ain’t really attracting me, nah, it’s no cap in my factory (nah)
no rats in my faculty (nah), make throwbacks at you casually (bow)
make you go back to the stone age with a [?] salary
[outro: crimeapple, walter (breaking bad), & gus (breaking bad)]
have you right back on the block boy
take you out the game real fast, red, gold, and the whole sh~t
know what i mean
back out there with a c and c cola and a beef patty
wiping the crust off ya’ lips
we don’t f~ck around, know what i mean
because i can trust him
how much product do you have on hand?
38 pounds

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