Crooked I OkBye Lyrics

Million Dollar $tory EP Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Everyday
  • 2 Villain
  • 3 OkBye
  • 4 G's Stay Low
  • [Intro: Crooked I]
    California, you're now rocking with the motherfucking best
    Crooked I
    You don’t like how I live, ok, bye
    You don’t like getting money, ok, bye
    You don’t like bad chicks, ok, bye
    Now go that-a way, go that-a way

    [Verse 1: Crooked I]
    The world hating on your boy just yesterday
    But like I said that was yesterday, cause hey
    Eminem signed me to Shady, put me on Interscope
    Then he gave me a rifle so I could put you in a scope
    Gave me the stamp, put the check in the mail
    Now chicks licking me like an envelope, yeah I’m in her throat
    Crooked about to score, I see the red zone
    All I need is beats by Dre, but not the headphones
    Think I don’t live right, homie you dead wrong
    Submarine sandwich: I’m just saying my bread long
    Walk in the club with a gang of Eastsiders
    Some rappers cool, I came to be live-er
    You claim to be lighters
    You say you spit flame, you a liar
    Damn dawg, change your speech writer
    I’m sideways on the hater keep it pushing
    Just another Massengell pussy who need a douchin'
    I’m looking for a round ass, I need a cushion
    I love it when they tell me "Daddy I need a whooping"

    [Hook: Crooked I]
    You don’t like how I live, ok, bye
    You don’t like getting money, ok, bye
    You don’t like bad chicks, ok, bye
    Now go that-a way, go that-a way
    You don’t like how I do it, ok, bye
    You don’t like that I’m hood, ok, bye
    You don’t like that I’m me, ok, bye
    Now go that-a way, go that-a way

    [Verse 2: Crooked I]
    I be keeping it real because I am real
    Yeah some of y'all eating good, but it’s your last meal
    You the king of the hill, but it’s an ant hill
    I kick it over, you over, tell me how that feel
    It’s not an arrogant thing, I got a stable of lyrics
    And I’ll be pimping this pen like Sean Garrett and Dream
    If these songs was hoes, I'd have a harem like an Arabic king
    So beware of my team, yep
    So many wolves you ain’t got nothing for me
    Nowadays all that champagne popping be looking corny
    We got the bitches on Hennessy getting horny
    And they ain’t thinking of leaving 'til 6 in the morning
    Yeah, they love fucking with us
    Let them do what they do, you be cuffing them tough
    See you Greyhound luggage when it comes to the sluts
    Cause they’re gon' throw you under the bus, boy

    [Hook: Crooked I]

    [Verse 3: Crooked I]
    As long as I hustle hard money gon' come with ease
    And it’s child’s play, call it Chuck E. Cheese
    Wanna do it like me, go sell a couple keys and a ton of weed
    Then run the street with a hundred G's
    Goons that is, they coming out the woodwork
    I would work, but that ain’t how the hood work
    I’m trying to take over the game B.I.G. and Pac style
    Labels try to drop my old shit cause I’m hot now
    But oh shit, you should stop now
    Try to play me on some ho shit, I'll shut your block down
    Dirty magazines tell you what my clique about
    Cause playboy, we some hustlers in a penthouse
    Louis bag full of paper, let my chick count
    She flyer than a double somersault dismount
    And she swear to god, Crooked gonna dog her out
    I got a bad rep, cause I’m from Slaughterhouse!

    [Hook: Crooked I]

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