Issue No 106 Crime Waves Lyrics
Crime Waves by Issue No. 106
I don't wanna hear about a nigga if he not me
Used to be my dog, put him down, then them high flees
Buried him in the back yard like I might be
Home ride ask me am I rolling, bitch, I might be
White girl, white stripes, white T, white crease
White pearls, white lights, Wi Fi, IV's
White world, fuck that, can't go, gonna leave
MJ's unbelief, history's own teeth
We gonna sample my boys, I'mma crap on your flees
Full house, uncle Jackson if he clap his poor knee
All family deceased, baby momma Clarisse
While I'm knocking your hoes, you'll be knocking your knees
You came to the more show now you rocking more T's
Undead zombies, ten shots, won't bleed
Triggers and they old tree, that Monday night I OD'ed
Joe bring that codeine, no lean, I'm cold me
They think I'm Elvis, they call me selfish
I'm like what? Should I live for someone else, bitch?
Fuck that Nacho, I'mma do it my way
My way or the highway, my way is the highway
Four rides in the driveway ' crime pays
My ways go fine ways, papa turn you sideways
Funeral's in five days, suicide and crime waves
Be the killer or be killed, that's the fucking motto
Mike Tyson if he never met Cus D'Amato
OJ Simpson in a brand new custom Branco
Crush the blanco, we just kick it like it's Fresh and Sambo
What's the fucking ' beat 'em up like bongos
Niggas keep on spitting trash, leave 'em in the convo
Try to run for Nacho, turn your click around-o
Adams family, not grizzly, stoner like Beezy, your boner's off missy
'whisky, poison in my brisky, doing drugs like Disney
I'm never going down like Santa in the chimney
Fuck around, offend me, turn you down and bend me
Now you're fucking trendy, never fucking envy
Story, I might trade you, fuck you like I paid you '
They think I'm Elvis, they call me selfish
I'm like what? Should I live for someone else, bitch?
Fuck that Nacho, I'mma do it my way
My way or the highway, my way is the highway
Four rides in the driveway ' crime pays
My ways go fine ways, papa turn you sideways
Funeral's in five days, suicide and crime waves
Used to be my dog, put him down, then them high flees
Buried him in the back yard like I might be
Home ride ask me am I rolling, bitch, I might be
White girl, white stripes, white T, white crease
White pearls, white lights, Wi Fi, IV's
White world, fuck that, can't go, gonna leave
MJ's unbelief, history's own teeth
We gonna sample my boys, I'mma crap on your flees
Full house, uncle Jackson if he clap his poor knee
All family deceased, baby momma Clarisse
While I'm knocking your hoes, you'll be knocking your knees
You came to the more show now you rocking more T's
Undead zombies, ten shots, won't bleed
Triggers and they old tree, that Monday night I OD'ed
Joe bring that codeine, no lean, I'm cold me
They think I'm Elvis, they call me selfish
I'm like what? Should I live for someone else, bitch?
Fuck that Nacho, I'mma do it my way
My way or the highway, my way is the highway
Four rides in the driveway ' crime pays
My ways go fine ways, papa turn you sideways
Funeral's in five days, suicide and crime waves
Be the killer or be killed, that's the fucking motto
Mike Tyson if he never met Cus D'Amato
OJ Simpson in a brand new custom Branco
Crush the blanco, we just kick it like it's Fresh and Sambo
What's the fucking ' beat 'em up like bongos
Niggas keep on spitting trash, leave 'em in the convo
Try to run for Nacho, turn your click around-o
Adams family, not grizzly, stoner like Beezy, your boner's off missy
'whisky, poison in my brisky, doing drugs like Disney
I'm never going down like Santa in the chimney
Fuck around, offend me, turn you down and bend me
Now you're fucking trendy, never fucking envy
Story, I might trade you, fuck you like I paid you '
They think I'm Elvis, they call me selfish
I'm like what? Should I live for someone else, bitch?
Fuck that Nacho, I'mma do it my way
My way or the highway, my way is the highway
Four rides in the driveway ' crime pays
My ways go fine ways, papa turn you sideways
Funeral's in five days, suicide and crime waves