Crooked I
Crooked I
Crooked I
Crooked I
Crooked I
Crooked I
Crooked I
Crooked I
Crooked I
Crooked I
Crooked I & Sauce Tha Boss
Crooked I & K-Young
Crooked I & Horseshoe G.A.N.G
Crooked I
Crooked I & Jim Gittum
Crooked I
Crooked I
Crooked I & Horseshoe G.A.N.G
Crooked I & Horseshoe G.A.N.G
Crooked I
Crooked I
Crooked I
[Intro: Crooked I]
Yeah
Nigga off this GREY Goose
Know what I'm talkin' about?
People always wonder how we get so many hoes
[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
Here's how the tale goes
I go to the 'tel, get tail, then get ghost
I tell you the L's cold
Females know I'm servin' the cock
I beat up right, Ike Turner the twat
A pro when I'm bendin' it over
After the Henny and Coke, stick this in your throat
I don't care for hoes, tipsy or sober
Coast to coast, chocha poker
Broke many a sofas
Peep that the wide receiver, I go deep
We sex in my suite, me and these 4 freaks
I make 'em yell loud, the screamin' just won't cease
I make everyone come, even the police
[Chorus: Crooked I]
Yeah
You need a nigga like me
Baby, so let's ride
I hit from the back
Throw up the east side
On everything I love
I ain't gon' lie
You gon' say my name
When you feel me inside
It's 3 in the morning
Shorty, let's get live
We ain't gon' stop
'Til we see the sunrise
After it's over
Girl, I gotta slide
A pimp gotta hop in that 745
[Verse 2: Dice Dinero]
Hey ma, ya fly
I'm tryin' to get next to you
Come and sit next to me in that Bentley coupe
Actually I'm really tryin' to hit that woopty woop
So we can get butt naked like we was on that loot (Ooh, girl)
I gotta give you props, ya givin' me head like we was at the candy shop
But I make a candy shot, God damn, ya hot
Throw your leg right over, girl, and climb on top
And ride this shit like we was at the rodeo
'Cause after that, you know how the story goes
So don't think for a second that I pimp my ride
'Cause I don't have to pimp my ride
It's the pimp inside
[Chorus: Crooked I]
Yeah
You need a nigga like me
Baby, so let's ride
I hit from the back
Throw up the east side
On everything I love
I ain't gon' lie
You gon' say my name
When you feel me inside
It's 3 in the morning
Shorty, let's get live
We ain't gon' stop
'Til we see the sunrise
After it's over
Girl, I gotta slide
A pimp gotta hop in that 745
[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
We finna rush to the mo'
The minute we bust in the door
We instantly finna fuck on the floor
I'm crushin' ya hoe
My lyrics givin' 'em adrenaline rush
Women'll feel these nuts to my flow, fo sho
Aye yo, I have cold threesomes with bad hoes that's mixed, they Afro-Rican
Ass so fat, how they got into them jeans is bafflin'
I'm smashin' while that hoes eatin'...
Her best friend, I'm a fuckin' sexpert
I want suction 'til southern head hurt
I go inside of the hoe, tryin' to hit notes
High as Mariah
I beat it up like a pro fighter
[Chorus: Crooked I]
Yeah
You need a nigga like me
Baby, so let's ride
I hit from the back
Throw up the east side
On everything I love
I ain't gon' lie
You gon' say my name
When you feel me inside
It's 3 in the morning
Shorty, let's get live
We ain't gon' stop
'Til we see the sunrise
After it's over
Girl, I gotta slide
A pimp gotta hop in that 745
[Outro]
Horseshoe G-A-N-G
On-One S-Q-U-A-D
All that C.O.B
Horseshoe G-A-N-G
On-One S-Q-U-A-D
Baby, all that C.O.B
Horseshoe G-A-N-G
On-One S-Q-U-A-D
All that C.O.B
Horseshoe G-A-N-G
On-One S-Q-U-A-D
Baby, all that C.O.B
C.O.B
Yeah
You know
I seen niggas is jealous
Don't be jealous
It's magnetism boy
They attracted to a hustlers ambition
Ha, ha, ha
Yeah
Baby, all that C.O.B
Baby, all that C.O.B
745 was written by Crooked I & Kenny Segal & Demetrius Capone & Julius Luciano & Andrew “Dice” Deniro.
745 was produced by Komplex.