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Crooks Video (MV)




Performed By: 613sol
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: solomon b




613sol - Crooks Lyrics




I rock designer but still got my crooks shit
Honest, I wanted that shit, so I took it
We hit a lick, split and we booked it
Watch on the block cause the cops so crooked
Big stepper, couldn't guess where my foot is
Salt-n-pepa, shordy want me to push it
Hop in the studio, you know we cooking
Hop off the porch in the drip and they looking

Chalk up the score, bro assist and I slam it
I never slip, hit a lick and I vanish
Brandish the flick, bitch imma bandit
Bitch imma king, I could get you banished
Wrist look like the land of Atlantis
I got the drop, I got the advantage
Why you still talking? Bitch, can it
Only shordy that I trust in is Brandy
This for the goons, don't f*ck with the family
I know the opps can't stand me
So why do they stan me
F*ck up a check, mix dex in the Fanta
Rat ass kids wanna see me in handcuffs
They gonna diss while I'm getting my bands up
And no I ain't pulling my pants up

I rock designer but still got my crooks shit
Honest, I wanted that shit, so I took it
We hit a lick, split and we booked it
Watch on the block cause the cops so crooked
Big stepper, couldn't guess where my foot is
Salt-n-pepa, shordy want me to push it
Hop in the studio, you know we cooking
Hop off the porch in the drip and they looking

Woke up as me, it's a good morning
But I need more chains and I need more rings
Forecast: more rain, drip just pouring
Still do dirt in my thrift store Jordans
And I get bored if it ain't bout Bordens
These kids talking like informants
Kid go clock in at Tim Hortons
Make my coffee, you ain't important
Lean like a fiend, Cobain with the morphine
But got no Love like Courtney
Locked in the booth like a quarantine
Rock a fortune in ice and some foreign jeans
Didn't think that I'd be here at fourteen
I ain't ever had court dreams
But my bros scoring like a sports team

I rock designer but still got my crooks shit
Honest, I wanted that shit, so I took it
We hit a lick, split and we booked it
Watch on the block cause the cops so crooked
Big stepper, couldn't guess where my foot is
Salt-n-pepa, shordy want me to push it
Hop in the studio, you know we cooking
Hop off the porch in the drip and they looking
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I rock designer but still got my crooks shit
Honest, I wanted that shit, so I took it
We hit a lick, split and we booked it
Watch on the block cause the cops so crooked
Big stepper, couldn't guess where my foot is
Salt-n-pepa, shordy want me to push it
Hop in the studio, you know we cooking
Hop off the porch in the drip and they looking

Chalk up the score, bro assist and I slam it
I never slip, hit a lick and I vanish
Brandish the flick, bitch imma bandit
Bitch imma king, I could get you banished
Wrist look like the land of Atlantis
I got the drop, I got the advantage
Why you still talking? Bitch, can it
Only shordy that I trust in is Brandy
This for the goons, don't f*ck with the family
I know the opps can't stand me
So why do they stan me
F*ck up a check, mix dex in the Fanta
Rat ass kids wanna see me in handcuffs
They gonna diss while I'm getting my bands up
And no I ain't pulling my pants up

I rock designer but still got my crooks shit
Honest, I wanted that shit, so I took it
We hit a lick, split and we booked it
Watch on the block cause the cops so crooked
Big stepper, couldn't guess where my foot is
Salt-n-pepa, shordy want me to push it
Hop in the studio, you know we cooking
Hop off the porch in the drip and they looking

Woke up as me, it's a good morning
But I need more chains and I need more rings
Forecast: more rain, drip just pouring
Still do dirt in my thrift store Jordans
And I get bored if it ain't bout Bordens
These kids talking like informants
Kid go clock in at Tim Hortons
Make my coffee, you ain't important
Lean like a fiend, Cobain with the morphine
But got no Love like Courtney
Locked in the booth like a quarantine
Rock a fortune in ice and some foreign jeans
Didn't think that I'd be here at fourteen
I ain't ever had court dreams
But my bros scoring like a sports team

I rock designer but still got my crooks shit
Honest, I wanted that shit, so I took it
We hit a lick, split and we booked it
Watch on the block cause the cops so crooked
Big stepper, couldn't guess where my foot is
Salt-n-pepa, shordy want me to push it
Hop in the studio, you know we cooking
Hop off the porch in the drip and they looking
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Writer: solomon b
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