Where the crazy ones at? (Remastered) Lyrics

Brazzie on this track

I need every single bpd having ass

Bitch in the back

To stand the fuck up

This is your song

You gon relate to every single Fucking word that I'm saying

And I'm telling you that right The fuck Now

Crazy bitches only got one rule

If you a snake

Get hit with the tool

Don't forget about taking the bitch

He cheated on you with

Kissing her In front of him

Not just popping the tire

But taking The whole damn rim

Don't forget about

Getting the Momma on your side

Make him cry he did you wrong

When you did nothing but ride

These lil boys wanna steady say that

They girls are tripping

Saying right now every single one

Got a reason for not dipping

Cuz these boys are steady caught up

They steady slipping

Crazy bitches take a stand

Fuck having a lame ass

Get a real man

Either you a wifey or a pimp or a hoe

Every crazy bitch choose they own Path

That's how it go

If you judge you a hater

Fuck it's their life

Keep it moving like A skater

Where the bitches at pulling up at 3 In the morning

Blasting music out The stereo

Or the crazy ones who pull up on Him

Beat his ass with his own Hoe

I know every girl got it somewhere Inside

Who give a fuck bitch

Stay tripping Don't hide

See his clothes

Pour that bleach on Em

Cut a hole where the dick go

Now they saying that you doing too Much

So now you putting on a show

Fuck a groupie bitch who broke

Us baddies getting that dough

Where the bitches at

Who grab em by The dick for talking back

Where the crazy ones at

Who up his Own shit at him with his own strap

Where the bitches at

Who lay it in These dogs lap

Being unbothered all cool and shit

But where's the fun in that

Where the bitches at

Waving the Knife out the window

Yelling I don't Fuck with you

Making them get silent

For saying Nothing but straight true

Where the bitches at

To rob his ass For doing you wrong

Then wave it in His face

Where the crazy ones at

Who ain't Afraid to catch a case

Talkin bout pulling up at random Times

Cuz he ain't answering his Phone

Checking his location and he ain't at Home

Thinking that he is

Thinking I already Aint aced his damn pop quiz

Keep it moving it is what it is

Not a shit starter

I'm a shit ender

Where the bitches at that handled his Beef

Chopped it up in the blender

He too scared getting beat up

Cuz he A whole damn slender

Where the crazy ones at

Mixing Potions saying

Return to sender

Where the bitches at

Who grab him By the dick for talking back

Where the crazy ones at

Who up his Own shit with his own strap

Where the bitches at who lay it in These dogs laps

In these dogs laps

Aye

Being unbothered all cool and shit

But where's the fun in that

Where's the fun in that

Where's the fucking fun in that