Men

Flex, finess
Phototype bitch out with her ass
Slap it hard
It release the stress yeah, yeah
Party lit we ball
Moving right
But moving slow shit
He said I see you are a gangsta shorty
But I am a gangsta myself aga
Early morning sex at the hotel
Phone call, his wife yell damn
A lot of gas what a smell
Baby show me your love
Because we only do it once ha
Thinking of you, but be with him
Rolling with my crew sipping lean
Non can stop me aa
Bitch my name is Crime Scene

Minor key
Let's keep these cash clean
Crip city, crip queen on crip
End of movie back screen
Rolling all these green
Street life gang signs
Read between the lines hm
All these men are looking at me thirsty
Like lions yeah
Counting paper with a smile on my face
They all are fighting for me
Like it's a fucking race
Another day, different page
Life overdose
Do it like you suppose right
Yeah do it like you suppose
He was a thug
Dark man, icy chain
Loaded glock loaded
Rolling with my clique
He said I miss you lil freak
Yeah I miss you lil freak



Credits
Writer(s): Maria Trunina
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