Ok, Bye Lyrics - Crooked I

[Intro] 

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] 

The world hatin on your boy just yesterday 

But like I said that was yesterday cuz 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 yea 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 East siders 

Some rappers cool I came to be live-er 

You claim to be lighters you say you spit flames 

You a liar damn dawg change your speech writer 

I'm sideways on the hater keep it pushin 

Just another Massengill 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 whoopin 

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[Hook] 

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] 

I'll 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 feels 

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 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 Hennessey getting horny 

And they ain't thinking of leaving till 6 in the morning 

Yea they love fuckin with us 

Let them do what they do you be cuffing em tough 

See you Greyhound luggage when it comes to the sluts 

Cause they're gon throw you under the bus boy 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 3] 

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 comin 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 cuz 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 bout 

Cause Playboy we some Hustlers in a Penthouse 

Louis bag full of paper let my chick count 

She flyer than a double summersault dismount 

Then she swear to God Crooked gonna dog her out 

I got a bad rep cuz I'm from Slaughterhouse 

[Hook]