Crime Scene Lyrics – P2THEGOLDMASK

Crime Scene Lyrics by P2THEGOLDMASK

Huh
Ay, ay
Take a n#gg# b#tch, turn the function to a crime scene
Missing person case, now your main hoe my side piece

Pimping on another level, go look at your mouth piece
VVS diamonds on my neck, that’s a house lease
Keep that Iron Man cause I think I’m Robert Downey
Marbach Hunt Lane n#gg#, where you found me

Your n#gg# play with me, Uncle Phil, you getting grounded
P2 stack that money till that sh#t look like a mountain
He ain’t got no money, probably why that n#gg# pouting
Way the water drip, yo b#tch wishing like a fountain

I’m my own account, roll a blunt and get to counting
Way too many hands, just your money, sh#t get crowded
Money change n#gg#s when they never been around it
When you get a bag, gotta switch up your surroundings

If you looking for me b#tch I’m posted on the alley
Smoking big blunts, drinking henny, bumping my sh#t
Smoking big blunts, drinking henny, bumping my sh#t
Smoking big blunts, drinking henny, bumping my sh#t

Smoking big blunts, drinking henny, bumping my sh#t
Smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts
Smoking big blunts, drinking henny, bumping my sh#t
Smoking big blunts, drinking henny, bumping my sh#t

Smoking big blunts, drinking henny, bumping my sh#t
Smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts
Smoking big, smoking big blunts
Smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts
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P2THEGOLDMASK Lyrics – Crime Scene

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Crime Scene