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then they uh rob you'
Aye homie you got that crud
Don't stop dude do what I do
Get to the money 
And try ta stay away from poverty niggaz
Cause you get

coupe this a stick shift
Nigga talk wet get his wig split
If a nigga owe me money den its interest
Wrap a nigga up it aint christmas
Taxin on the crud its

years, on that good ass crud
Yea I been at the bottom, I came out the mud
Now I'm reaching the stars and the light above
I don't never step down I just

Mayor Dracula came to town
He turned the whole world upside down
Feasting on flesh and bone and blood
While the streets ran brown with crime and crud

take clout over integrity, ooh

Why should I stick my nose in your stench, oooh
After all you're falling in a trench
It's not like my own crud is sorted

it
And me ex just sent me a text
I didn’t send back just read it
And If man wanna come talk crud
I’m putting dat man in the mud
I’ll make him all wet

Flight mode 
No disractions
Started off with nothing 
Made it into something 
Belly got me moving crud 
Yeah my nigga get your lunch in 
No reward

your thot
She gave me dat wonderful top
She gave me dat wonderful brain
I'm fully insane i'm fully on crud
I'm dropping a man then he's left in mud
Hes

dududu

She's nice to everyone even in a mood (dududu du du dududu)
She won't eat the crud that people call fast food (dududu du du dududu)
She's maybe

where the driver be
Big .45 ain't no scrapping me
Its his b-day he'll get shots for free
Turn a nigga to a ghost like Halloween
So much crud nigga I can

it was suddenly crud.
now all your tears have turned into blood.
now that you're alone you think you're going to write
a letter with bloody ink. now

I lied I love to poke her like a thumb tack
Lil bitch bad ass shit with her broke ass
Crud louder then a car crash
On the phone with my plug we

kinda windy cause you blew it on trees
Spend it how I wanna feel that feel girl thats nirvana
All I need is crud baby I don't need no bottle
I just seen

He spurns it with his feet 'till its really dead
So in love with himself he don't even feel crud

a Scale and a Bag of crud
It's the Race to Riches, you gone end up Last or what
I hear you niggas talking numbers, it ain't adding up
I started Runnin laps

for another trend
time for you to fuck off
and eat your own shit

it was the perfect scheme
'till you dropped your own believes
now you're only crud

Pornography plays on my stereo
I'm so fucking high I can't let go
All the memories you shared with me
Hope this crud can make it fall asleep 

When

off her fucking breath she loves her Hennesy 
Smoking crud and taking pills is our cheap remedy
She think this shit is funny, bitch we both need therapy

the life, crud!


And through the years of the sorrow and pain
All I had reach, all I had gain
Is just your ghost, you are as cold as you can be
What do you

no bitch
You get tricked 
You get spint or you gone spend 
In the club throwing 20s till this crud hit its end 
You in the car wasting 100s doing lines

proof I been riding with you
I'm taped out like UFC  fighters do
Life got me in an arm bared 
Must be kin to the cruds the way I'm covered in tar 
But

Funny man tings can't run round here
(Put it out there ima make it clear)
Return to the booth on crud (On stuff)
Return to the booth on tings (Narsty)

mafia style ways (Like)
My song not Inna no passa (Nah)
Dont do machetes and dagger (Crud)
Only time you'll see man dagger
(Big bum)
When a girls

done did that on my own nigga 
Congratulate me when touch, I'm posted like Malone nigga 
We a different strand, I'm the crud, you homegrown
I want