Lyrics:
studded but don't got the stomach to shovel the crud right upon it
Pumpkin you're not gonna leave this fucking house until you have eaten your Brussels
The plug came in threw the crud on the table
Dripping like some syrup kuz i got this shit from maple
Why u tryna play with me
Yeah i brung the k wit me
lay your eggs between my legs
Such a crud with sting intrigue
Collecting in crevices
A dud, another duff
Nature’s brush bedevilled by her belly button
On route w the slime
Them man ain't active
They just be acting
They ain't on crud and they want reactions
No relaxing it's jarring it's taxed in
She be so
Of the blood all on ya stonewasher jeans
And mud on ya triple X taller T's
And the crud on ya bitch cuz her talk is cheap
And the cuts on ya mother fuckin jaw
the booth
Same shit nigga just a different curfew
Rice in the shit whats a lil sweet tooth?
You a pussy ass nigga, cant fuck with the troop
I be off the crud
Pune pasiune si evita
Ignora-i pe aia cu creieru' mic
Haterii-s legume, nu fac nimic
Fi crud sa poti sa fi copt ey
Esti dacie dar te vezi i8 ey
Copiatu'
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
looking like a myth
Coz her hating arsed friend tryna block my cock
Gotta stay a step ahead cah they want my spot
Chatting crud up on the net? Tell that don
Squeeze it, squeeze it, squeeze it, squeeze it
Only smith I'm holdin' in the future will be Jorja
Your mandem talkin' crud but your niggas only talkas
home run
Baseball and bat life
Stick inna ya day job
Cuz none of us just play soft
Gold plate knuckles talk crud
Just like arnie eraser mana wipe ya
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
these drugs
Seem
Like the only thing
Hearin me
The fuckin crud
Wen you from the mud
Kinda hard not
To have all this dirt on us
Mmh
Cant have no heart
making these P's
Crud with the set
Three dargs go hard off set
One hand on the whip and
I'm dripping stay sipping and never gon' listen
Bands in the air
vexxed
Chatting crud on the net
Trynna see who's next
But they aint done no chef
Swing my blade trynna aim for necks
Jon got the whip swervin
Double tap in
this fake love makes me hate love
Haven’t popped a perk inna while, I don’t take drugs
Might roll up weed just to face crud
Whoa!
This bitch hitting, got
love
Ima novice of feeling pain from stated above
Love is toxic
The hangover makes me feel the crud
So ill just kill it 4’ it's worse
Nip it in
light
I ain’t, coming home tonight
And singing the Internationale
Never asked for any more than i could carry
Tying to turn from a crud to a king
Go
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
care about today
And when our just tomorrows come our sins will rain on everyone
No stops to think our lifestyle
Slowly fills our world with crud
We're
at the red light I told you it was on sight
Pits with me they gone bite that crud got my mind right
I'll pull up hop out tell you to come out
After that its
love
Ima novice of feeling pain from stated above
Love is toxic
The hangover makes me feel the crud
So ill just kill it 4’ it's worse
Nip it in
love
Ima novice of feeling pain from stated above
Love is toxic
The hangover makes me feel the crud
So ill just kill it 4’ it's worse
Nip it in
love
Ima novice of feeling pain from stated above
Love is toxic
The hangover makes me feel the crud
So ill just kill it 4’ it's worse
Nip it in
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