Lil B - Crime Fetish lyrics

Crime fetish mixtape, almost they ready Sloopy It's a rap guy, f** man and get it strapped He fake, he ho fake, you better give him that I did my dirt, I brought the rental back Next time you're on my line I'm jumping into that b**h a** n***a, I ain't into rap The full form look kinds crooked with the centreback He eat, he gon eat, bring my dinner back Every time I'm on that liquor I was the middle man I wrote them pills like the doctor man I'm short of one man holla Like motherf** it b**h Every party I'm resting sh** With the rest of sh**, got guns and the other sh** Don't lie, chrome lines and boat rides Don't trip off that liquor, I'm getting all mine We won't talk unless it's your find Every time I come out the game, I'm under your line Shotgun, put him to sleep on his yard line Glock 9, sending bullets through his jaw line I gotta draw a line Feel me? Yea, I can't hear you Yea yea, you talkin gibberish Pistol in your mouth lil b**h like liquorish Yea then the, I'm n***a rich I gotta Couple guns in the back, tip a b**h Yea this crime fetish on my liquor b**h You feel me? Get in, 2 door man, I flip a b**h Ghost ridin the Maybach, probly fall asleep in the car, I'm talkin way back Where the San Francisco wore a Oakland mays hat Base boys to life, we gon take that Yea, this that sh** that bring the bay back, b**h It's lil B You know, but we always been here man You know, n***as always say bring the bay back but we never left We always there, on top, you feel me? I'm just sayin man, we still got the time though Yea man, I'm talkin bout you know... n***as is takin that sh** to the next level, yea Yes Yea, crime fetish mixtape You know motherf**ers can't f** with it Yea Now n***as say who got it and who duggin, you feel me? Yea, like I said man you already know Slogan I don't mind, you know Really, what it is at the year? I'm a tell you why I'm thugged out Yea yea He fake, he O'fake, you better give him that Like I said, you feel me? This that real gas, you feel me? You better give him that He fake, he O'fake, you better give him that I dig my dirt, I brought the rental back Next time you're on my line I'm jumping into that n***a this ain't just rap, you feel me? n***a this a real situation That's where my sh** come You feel me? Yea Crime fetish mixtape Yea Yes