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Got The Crib Fly Video (MV)




Performed By: Cashier Fresh & Grimm Doza
Language: English
Length: 1:38
Written by: Jeffery Johnson




Cashier Fresh & Grimm Doza - Got The Crib Fly Lyrics
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I'm hella high, yeah
It's Grimm Doza, and him chosen
Done shopping for myself, I got the crib fly
BBC Ice Cream rug, shoes off when you arrive
Cause my bitch just used the Swiffer Jet, and I don't think it's dry
I heard the G-Wagon four wheel drive, well that's needed
Cause you know staying on your grind always a uphill climb
Got me swerving with my seat in recline
23's and up the seat will massage
Seatbelt alarm, keep going off
She wanna neck me while I'm driving, oh, she's showing off
I know they think they making noise, but I don't peep bro at all
F*ck em and duck em, I try not to keep hoes involved
My bitch a professional, provocative, dresser
But me myself, I just let the swag speak for itself
Today I'm feeling different, Faux with the Felt
That's just how I felt
And the buckle LV But I'm shy so I'ma hide the belt
Shawty wanna tie the knot, I don't even tie my Nikes
All I do is get her high I don't even buy her flights
She ask me to get a fly her old nigga buy her Flights
I ain't shopping for you bitch, I'm getting the crib fly
Baby Milo toilet paper, shitting on all of you haters
Done shopping for myself, I got the crib fly
Wash your hands before you eat
DreTheShoota made the hand towels
You can thank him for that
Wash your hands, nigga
Done shopping for myself, I got the crib fly
Interior decorating and shit like that
Shoutout to the homie, KG just gave me a figurine for the spot
Shoutout to that
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English

I'm hella high, yeah
It's Grimm Doza, and him chosen
Done shopping for myself, I got the crib fly
BBC Ice Cream rug, shoes off when you arrive
Cause my bitch just used the Swiffer Jet, and I don't think it's dry
I heard the G-Wagon four wheel drive, well that's needed
Cause you know staying on your grind always a uphill climb
Got me swerving with my seat in recline
23's and up the seat will massage
Seatbelt alarm, keep going off
She wanna neck me while I'm driving, oh, she's showing off
I know they think they making noise, but I don't peep bro at all
F*ck em and duck em, I try not to keep hoes involved
My bitch a professional, provocative, dresser
But me myself, I just let the swag speak for itself
Today I'm feeling different, Faux with the Felt
That's just how I felt
And the buckle LV But I'm shy so I'ma hide the belt
Shawty wanna tie the knot, I don't even tie my Nikes
All I do is get her high I don't even buy her flights
She ask me to get a fly her old nigga buy her Flights
I ain't shopping for you bitch, I'm getting the crib fly
Baby Milo toilet paper, shitting on all of you haters
Done shopping for myself, I got the crib fly
Wash your hands before you eat
DreTheShoota made the hand towels
You can thank him for that
Wash your hands, nigga
Done shopping for myself, I got the crib fly
Interior decorating and shit like that
Shoutout to the homie, KG just gave me a figurine for the spot
Shoutout to that
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Writer: Jeffery Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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