Crooked I - OkBye lyrics

California, you now rocking with the motherf**ing best, crooked I You don't like how I live, ok, bye You don't like it money, ok, bye You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that away, go that away The world hating on you boy just yesterday, But like I said that was yesterday, cause hey Eminem sign me to shady put me on interscope Then he gave me a rifle so I could put you in a scope Gave me the stamp, put the check in the mail Now chicks licking me like an envelope, yeah I'm her throat Crook in about to score I see the red zone, All I need is peace by trade, but not the hair falls Think I don't live right homie, you care wrong Cause I'm a real sandwich, I'm just saying my bread loaf Walk in the club with a geiger east side us Some rappers cool, I came to be liver You claim to be... you say you spit flames, you a liar Damn god change your speech right up I'm sour ways on the hater keep pushing Just another... p**y who meet a dushing I'm looking for a round a** I need a kushin I love it when tell me daddy ineed a wooping You don't like how I live, ok, bye You don't like it money, ok, bye You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that away, go that away You don't like how I do it, ok, bye You don't like that I'm good, ok, bye You don't like that I'm me, ok, bye Now go that away, go that away I'll be keeping it real because I am real Yes some of yo eating good but it's your last meal You the king of the hill, but it's an ant hill I kick it over, you over tell me how that feels It's not an arrogant thing, I got a stable of lyrics And I'll be pimping these... like sean garret and dre If these songs were whose I have a harem like an arabian king So beware my team, yeap So many wolves you ain't got nothing for me Nowadays all that champagne popping looking horny We got the bit-hes all... getting horny And they ain't thinking of leaving till 6 in the morning Yeah, they love f**ing with us, let them do what they do You be cuffing them tough See you grey hound luggage when it comes to the s*uts Cause they're gonna throw you under the bus, boy You don't like how I live, ok, bye You don't like it money, ok, bye You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that away, go that away You don't like how I do it, ok, bye You don't like that I'm good, ok, bye You don't like that I'm me, ok, bye Now go that away, go that away As long as I hustle hard money go come with ease And it's child's play call it chunky cheese Wanna do it like me, go sell a couple keys and a ton of weed Then run the street with a hundred cheese Goes that is they coming out the wood work I would work but they ain't had a hood work I'm trying to take over the game, big and pop style Labels try to drop my old -hit cause I'm hot now But oh -hit, you should stop now Try to play me with some old -hit, I shoot your block down Dirty magazines tell you what my click about Cause playboy we some hustlers in a penthouse Louie bag full of paper, let my chick count She fly in a double summersault dismount There she swear to god, crooked... out I got a bad breath cause I'm from the slaughterhouse You don't like how I live, ok, bye You don't like it money, ok, bye You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that away, go that away You don't like how I do it, ok, bye You don't like that I'm good, ok, bye You don't like that I'm me, ok, bye Now go that away, go that away.