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Versuri TaTa – I Get Crazy lyrics

[Intro: Tata and Scrilla Hill]
I get crazy
I-I get crazy
I-I get crazy (I get crazy, like grah )
I-I get crazy
I get crazy
I-I get crazy (He get crazy,)
I-I get crazy (Flock ‘em down if he throw up the, Uh! )
I-I get crazy (Flock ‘em down if he throw up that shit)
I get crazy (Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
I-I get crazy (Every opp shot, everything dead)
I-I get crazy (Bitch!)
I-I get crazy
Grah!

[Bridge: Tata]
40 on me, i’m ready to pop
Like, last thing he gon’ hear is my knock
I told Murda get the drop on the opps
And when she send the lo’, all them niggas get shot
Like, GTA, Bitch I stay with my chop
Like, and if he up thе O? He shot
And if he throw a folk? he shot
And I’m punchin my hips, know i’m gon’ notti bop!

[Verse 1: Tata]
And If I see lil’ Dudеy, he better get low
Like, move fast when I’m spinnin’ with [?]
A-A-And, like a stripper, brody keep a pole
Damn, and like a pitcher, brody gonna throw
Bitch!
And they know I get crazy
Like, yeah, they know I go crazy
Like-Like, this bitch sexy wanna have my baby
And yes, we can rump, but you can’t be my lady
Damn, and they know I go crazy
Like, in the pussy, I be goin’ crazy
Like, I’m with Leeky, I bet he go brazy
And if bro pass the gun, on bro I’m goin’ brazy (C BLU!)

[Verse 2: C Blu]
Oh he crazy? Try calmin’ him down
Throw up a G, then I’m gunnin’ him down
A-Ass fat, it’s clappin’ no drum line
Back out, gon’ feel it like a punchline
Don’t get shot for thinkin’ that you crazy
Done clicked every chop, don’t never try to play me
That nigga a bitch, the fame’ll never change me
Tryna throw them bullets, no Madden
Accurate aim, I make sure that he catch ‘em
Pop a perc’, I’m feelin’ like the Hulk
Who Broke? I let the money talk
20K in my jeans they callin’ me the man
[?] We goin’ band for band
40 on me, boomin’ like a speaker
She fuck with the- shorty do it like a neak-a
Diamonds dancin’, walkin’ with a freezer
DouglasK, ain’t fuckin’ with no sweeper

[Bridge: Tata]
Hold on, look look look look..
Damn!
Huh
Notti? Dead!
E-Dot? Dead!
Charlie? Dead!
Yellow? Dead!
Noah? Dead!
Notti? Dead!
Dead, Dead, Dead
Bitch!

[Verse 2: Tata & C Blu]
Rah dead, he caught one to the head
They poked Notti ‘till he couldn’t breathe
So many niggas put up in a spli’
Fear who? I know that we gon’ bleed!
Ayo Winter, get off ya knees!
Like, she be doin’ too much dick!
Like, and I know ya pussy smell like fish!
Damn, like, you dirty as shit!

[Outro: Tata & Scrilla Hill]

Like, Lil’ Notti had talked on my gang?
Like, Lil’ Notti had died by the poke
Like, Lil’ E-Dot was droppin’ my 4?
Like, then he put the dot to his dome

Like, Lil’ Notti had talked on my gang?
Like, Lil’ Notti went out by the poke
Like, Lil’ E-Dot was droppin’ my 4?
Damn, He put the dot to his dome!

Damn!

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