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plan it
Smoking on the crud, I left up off the planet
Got me feeling good, in my zone, yeah that plant hit
Got the seed of happiness, it's time to plant

gone to andromeda far (Mad far)
Trip collecting galactic buds
Im on intergalactic crud (BDL)
Big man front that will leave you slumped (Narsty)
I've been

Waking in a haze
Seeking Clarity
Open the blinds
Let the sun shine in
Let the sun shine in

Little sticky eyes
Wipe off the crud
Open peephole
Gotta

in disguise from up above
Fuck em ell, had enough
I can see, through the crud
Trust no nigga, trust no duds
Trust no bitch, and no slut
Imma jigga with

up
My energy
Trying not to give a fuck
And it still get to me 
I know the last nigga did you crud
He a bitch to me 
He ain't never get it out the mud

crud on beats

Looking around all I see is fake
Man hate the same dons they claim to rate
Gotta mow down the grass to see dem snakes
Give man a hand

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

on a hitlist 
Make sure I pitch him 
Talkin hella crud 'bout he's killin
Really he's snitching
Doin ten toes on the map when he sees my guys on a mission
Step

this crud as I sit back and recollect 
All that made me so I don't feel blessed when I retrospect
Ego tripping it's a gift and a curse
Smoking sipping

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

smoke on is that crud
Balencies is all on my feet, got gold all over my teeth
All of this money on me, now she wish she didn't leave
I dont even care if

to 
If you screw up here you'll get popped like a pimple 
I ain't talking pistol 
And if you talk crud you can talk to my fist  too 
And I do not spud

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

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)

Every time that I rap
Every time that I rap
I don’t even write these raps I just dish them out like have it
I hit em with a love song then a crud song I

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

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

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'

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

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

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

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

my interview done
I see people working out
Cuz they weigh a ton

Oh crud I am running out of time
And I'm running out of things that I could rhyme
But

thought I put a Rollie on it
Bitch from the back of the club wanna fuck call the plug got 40 on it
I got 40 on the crud right now
You the plug? Nah bitch I