Crime lyrics

by

Aretha Franklin


[Verse 1: Doorclosing]
I don't want wanna dig ya n*gga Buddha b*tches, Wu
Is it the victim bedding would n*gga that murder been yourself
Cannonball lemon dig ya, we comin' tickle you
(?)

[Verse 2: Mr. Candy]
(?)

[Verse 3: Werewolf]
Freaking dough dig ya, meh, on myself
Little c*nt take off first, but not front on me
'Cuz I'm in the ber, in a go-go quick
Mine, is now, take it for it a hip-hop
That's it got no possible, have n*gga get possible
Hissa-Kissa Poe, I don't know why
The Brooklyn to the sh*t, I mean doing like a terror
I knock it, I get the brick and motherf*ck doing kiss
Lemme taste ya gone, nah, day, bullsh*t
I know doing bullsh*t, I do that
There it's nightmares gone, (singing)

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