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Strick - CR@SH Lyrics



Strick - CR@SH Lyrics
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[ Featuring Travis Scott ]

Call the Gs, call up all the squeeze, tell them, "Get on road"
Gettin' inside, f*ck, they lockin' doors, f*ck, they lockin' the doors

Hit yo' town (town), they unlockin' the door, she run straight to the pole
We go ham, we go f*ck until five (skrrt), wait 'til one of us doze
What's your life? Do you puff or pop? Keep up (pop it), can you last?
'Bout to slide, 'bout to hit it, we don't ask, time to crash it
Twin, crash it (ha), I be dashin' to shawty who do lashes (skrrt, skrrt)
She came the fastest, like direct, she came the fastest
I gave her passes to the back, you know, all access (it's lit)
Ain't no-, woah (woah)
Watch plastic, Richard Millie, that's three milli', ain't no taxes (ah)
Double Willie puttin' luggage in the hatchet
I start tweakin' off the- (woo, woo)
I start tweakin' off the batch, she get ratchet (woo, woo)
If I let her mix my cup, never let her leave my side (oh)
Got a tattoo on my gut, got a pistol on my thigh (ooh, ooh)
Never ever take too much, never ever get too high (too high)
If she ever said we f*ck, you know that bitch is bi (what? Yeah)
Who let me crash it? (Let's go) Woke up in the attic
I must went batshit
Lost a pair of Cactus, Rick Owens, trashed it
Group text, sent that message (ayy, Trav)
Like, "Damn, what happened?

Last night got so crazy, it's still hazy, feel like days ago (mmm)
Roll up some mega, bite that mega, bite that antidote (mmm)
I need two cups stuffed, Thugger flow (yeah, yeah)
Young Stoner, still pushin' it way in Tokyo (f*ck, ah)
She tryna cater to my needs, brought her friend to please
I pay 'em both to leave, keep that bender between the sheets (yeah, woo, woo)
Ain't no feelings, I'm a dealer that serve dope D (ahh)
It look like money, talk like money, didn't know me (yeah)
I'm a shark, I hold my weight, copped a quarter in a day (shh, shh, shh)
Louis loafer look like cars, I spent a Maybach on a chain (ha, skrrt)
Twenty thousand pounds, a megabyte, keep me paid (ooh)
She use Cacti to chase the 818 (wah)
She wearin' SKIM 'cause it fit perfect on her shape (crash, crash)
We in Skyami, she wanna go to Papi State (crash, crash)
We went to Booby Trap, she swear it was a date (crash, crash)
We stopped at Toosie's, this bitch thought it was a date (crash, crash)
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English

Call the Gs, call up all the squeeze, tell them, "Get on road"
Gettin' inside, f*ck, they lockin' doors, f*ck, they lockin' the doors

Hit yo' town (town), they unlockin' the door, she run straight to the pole
We go ham, we go f*ck until five (skrrt), wait 'til one of us doze
What's your life? Do you puff or pop? Keep up (pop it), can you last?
'Bout to slide, 'bout to hit it, we don't ask, time to crash it
Twin, crash it (ha), I be dashin' to shawty who do lashes (skrrt, skrrt)
She came the fastest, like direct, she came the fastest
I gave her passes to the back, you know, all access (it's lit)
Ain't no-, woah (woah)
Watch plastic, Richard Millie, that's three milli', ain't no taxes (ah)
Double Willie puttin' luggage in the hatchet
I start tweakin' off the- (woo, woo)
I start tweakin' off the batch, she get ratchet (woo, woo)
If I let her mix my cup, never let her leave my side (oh)
Got a tattoo on my gut, got a pistol on my thigh (ooh, ooh)
Never ever take too much, never ever get too high (too high)
If she ever said we f*ck, you know that bitch is bi (what? Yeah)
Who let me crash it? (Let's go) Woke up in the attic
I must went batshit
Lost a pair of Cactus, Rick Owens, trashed it
Group text, sent that message (ayy, Trav)
Like, "Damn, what happened?

Last night got so crazy, it's still hazy, feel like days ago (mmm)
Roll up some mega, bite that mega, bite that antidote (mmm)
I need two cups stuffed, Thugger flow (yeah, yeah)
Young Stoner, still pushin' it way in Tokyo (f*ck, ah)
She tryna cater to my needs, brought her friend to please
I pay 'em both to leave, keep that bender between the sheets (yeah, woo, woo)
Ain't no feelings, I'm a dealer that serve dope D (ahh)
It look like money, talk like money, didn't know me (yeah)
I'm a shark, I hold my weight, copped a quarter in a day (shh, shh, shh)
Louis loafer look like cars, I spent a Maybach on a chain (ha, skrrt)
Twenty thousand pounds, a megabyte, keep me paid (ooh)
She use Cacti to chase the 818 (wah)
She wearin' SKIM 'cause it fit perfect on her shape (crash, crash)
We in Skyami, she wanna go to Papi State (crash, crash)
We went to Booby Trap, she swear it was a date (crash, crash)
We stopped at Toosie's, this bitch thought it was a date (crash, crash)
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Writer: Jacques Webster, Tauren Strickland
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: Strick
Featuring: Travis Scott
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Jacques Webster, Tauren Strickland

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