Rich Nanni - Crazy Man (feat. Kali)

Yeah
Rich Nani
Mmm hmm
Mmm hmmm, mmm hmm
Give a fuck if you in my city, crazy, man
You's a lame, you's a goofy, you's a fan
Fly me out in the tropics, get a tan
We in Sak's, leaving Lenox, spend some bands
Bitch, I'm gone, tell him to catch me if he can
He a groupie, make him pay for all my friends
The way he paying think I got an Only Fans
Ain't even fucked, got him wrapped around my hand
Fake earring these niggas so green
He say I'm too much, I'm like what you mean
He sayin he P, we on the same team
Call me the drug, that nigga a fiend
He lucky as fuck, I ain't leave him on seen
He sayin' I cuff, it must be a dream
That nigga messed up, he gotta redeem
That nigga a duck, he think he a king
He think he the man, but he not, though
I'm havin' that cheese like nachos
You ain't even know it like Rocco
All my bitches pretty, Lo flocko
Eatin' hoes up, put him in a taco
Everything big, like I'm at Costco
He the shooter, but I call the shots, though
Make him sang to the pussy, like Ralo
Give a fuck if you in my city, crazy, man
You's a lame, you's a goofy, you's a fan
Fly me out in the tropics, get a tan
We in Sak's, leaving Lenox, spend some bands
Bitch, I'm gone, tell him to catch me if he can
He a groupie, make him pay for all my friends
The way he paying think I got an Only Fans
Ain't even fucked, got him wrapped around my hand
Kaliii
Nigga hoe and I love it
Love a nigga that know I ain't cuffin'
He kinda crazy, I know he might up it
Glock with extensions, it sound like a trumpet
He gone go broke fore I ever fuck him
That heart gone break fore I love him
Don't give a fuck if you up in my city
Atl hoe, yeah the tricks hella tricky
Yeah, yeah
Spend like 50 on the neck, cause the nigga ain't did shit
Bitches can't do shit without dick, RBU been rich
We been up
Bitches wanna get spiteful, I'll show you yo nigga don't like you
Niggas wanna act triflin', I'll show you bitches act just like you
Crazy Man
Give a fuck if you in my city, crazy, man
You's a lame, you's a goofy, you's a fan
Fly me out in the tropics, get a tan
We in Sak's, leaving Lenox, spend some bands
Bitch, I'm gone, tell him to catch me if he can
He a groupie, make him pay for all my friends
The way he paying think I got an Only Fans
Ain't even fucked, got him wrapped around my hand
And do
And do
And do

Written by:
KALIYA ASHLEY ROSS, YOUNES LAGNAOUI, ZHANEI ALISIA STROZIER

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