CRIZZY FROM DA GUTTA - Forever Spinnin

Yeah, big raw dog Crizzy
Still spinning for my niggas
Yeah, ska skirrr!
Damn
Still, spinning
Yeah
I hope my brother beat his case, I hope he gets probation
I put money on his books, don't need no validation
We was out there every week building that foundation
Them pussy niggas had a statement, that's a violation
I'm bout to be a father, Mani checking out these spaces
Who would've thought this rapping shit would be the conversation
By any means if there's a bag just know that ima chase it
Niggas really sell their souls just to get some placement
I feel the energy, I feel like you don't like me nigga
And that last shit you dropped, it don't excite me nigga
I'm in a class of my own, you cannot fight me nigga
And your music phony, all trash emojis
My shit drop and it fills the masses
Your shit drop and it go double plastic
You need to double backwards, ask yourself the fuck happened?
This nigga tryna be a bad bitch like Toni Braxton
Bitches need love too, but you? You get no traction
And every time I fuck yo bitch she get no passion
Ima cold bastard
Niggas really took my style and stole my whole fashion
Meditating with ya broad then she soul snatched me
She was sucking on my balls till my soul passed me
Ate my dick up now she wanna ask for more, gladly
Hit her by the kitchen door now she sore badly
Carnivore to the core man ya boy nasty
Crizzy F, and the "F" is for your fucking daddy
How the fuck do we got beef when you rolled passed me?
Ima air this bitch out like I'm in the backseat
All my bitches run miles just so they can track me, haha
And It's just like that, big dog, big crizzy ya hear me? raw dog champ
Still spinning shit for my dogs

Written by:
Craig Harris

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