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crashout Video (MV)




Performed By: Deeno
Language: English
Length: 1:43
Written by: Greg Miller




Deeno - crashout Lyrics




I might crash out

Hey

I might

Lightskin
To my room
Tryna see her with ass out
I want AP audemar
I get the bag
I'll cash out
Why you talking past tense
Don't hit me bout the past now
Bitch I feel like future
Roll dis gas n then I passed out
Mixed bitch from California
She think imma cash cow
You asked how imma get da money
Bitch I'm glad you asked how
I can't even give you the sauce
I jus check my bank account
Wake up count this cake
Ou my brother jus sent a large amount

Bitch I'm way too fly on all you hoes
I might fly away
Bitch i'm in Jamaica onna boat
Gotta expensive taste
She think that i'm captain save a ho
I ain't gotta cape
Pop out I'm trim in Rick O
Got no time for Bape
She think that imma slut
Cuz I'm always tryna text her late
Well if that's the case
Ion think I got no time td
Said she want me
Live across the country
She better find a way
2am I'm laying in my room
Got my mind racing

Got my mind racing

Steady paper chasing

Yuh

Got no time

Gimme top
Jus want face
She jus sucked my stress away
I been f*cking bad bitches
All year
Jus check my resume
I gotta set my watch ahead
Or else we finna end up late
I jus need a bad bitch
Get fly with
Go onna date
She gon carry ass
A big smile
F*ck all kinds of ways
We shop in person
Online
F*ck da time n place
If she cheat
She not even mine
Ion got time to play
My time gon' come down the line
Think I gotta pray
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English

I might crash out

Hey

I might

Lightskin
To my room
Tryna see her with ass out
I want AP audemar
I get the bag
I'll cash out
Why you talking past tense
Don't hit me bout the past now
Bitch I feel like future
Roll dis gas n then I passed out
Mixed bitch from California
She think imma cash cow
You asked how imma get da money
Bitch I'm glad you asked how
I can't even give you the sauce
I jus check my bank account
Wake up count this cake
Ou my brother jus sent a large amount

Bitch I'm way too fly on all you hoes
I might fly away
Bitch i'm in Jamaica onna boat
Gotta expensive taste
She think that i'm captain save a ho
I ain't gotta cape
Pop out I'm trim in Rick O
Got no time for Bape
She think that imma slut
Cuz I'm always tryna text her late
Well if that's the case
Ion think I got no time td
Said she want me
Live across the country
She better find a way
2am I'm laying in my room
Got my mind racing

Got my mind racing

Steady paper chasing

Yuh

Got no time

Gimme top
Jus want face
She jus sucked my stress away
I been f*cking bad bitches
All year
Jus check my resume
I gotta set my watch ahead
Or else we finna end up late
I jus need a bad bitch
Get fly with
Go onna date
She gon carry ass
A big smile
F*ck all kinds of ways
We shop in person
Online
F*ck da time n place
If she cheat
She not even mine
Ion got time to play
My time gon' come down the line
Think I gotta pray
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Writer: Greg Miller
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