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Cruella Deville (feat. Llano, Sefh & FordOhhFord)
by Crystal Ball Express & Thrshld
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Yeah you know me too well, how can I lie
Life it shows no mercy it's a blind side
Can't let it separate us like apartheid
The feeling that you see inside your mom's eyes
Protecting all my dogs I hear cruella
Ain't no fairytales, Cinderella
Out her telling tales like novellas
I hope I find some growth caterpillar
How could you
How could you
How could you
How could you
How could you
How could you say that you're down for me
I don't wanna see no tears for me
Will you hold it down for me
You could hold it down but could you really take it
Runnin on a dime when I want a dime
Roll over and die when you come around
Aye, turn it up and I ain't been away
Bass in another place that we been baby
I'm in a rut
I'm in a rush
Oh no no no
I don't wanna do nothing I don't want
I don't want you to break my heart
Pray for me said pray for me now
Ain't playin with the angel on my shoulder
Alright I admit I been down for this bitch
Alright I admit I just want the lipstick
She ain't fuckin with me less it's past 12 am
Yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Ight, we cool. We got it
Yea
Ohh yea-a-ahh
Ohh yea-a-ahh
I came to bring the pain on your bitch ass
Fuck you mean, nigga
Ooohoo!
Yea
Yea, yea, yea
Ok, let's go
Don't interrupt me when I'm coming in the booth
I got folks to vouch. Everything I spit is fuckin truth
Been smooth with these selections when I go around town
Blowing pound for pound while I sip on some brown
I'm booted up, now I'm on another level
Won't leave my dawgs alone, she's Cruelle deVille
I'm overseas, rolling weed. I got what you need
I'm taking over from the South. Bitch, you play with me
And I don't give a fuck
Riding 'round in a truck
Set up a photoshoot so I can shoot you like a duck
I'm on my duck hunting shit with my camo on
Screaming like the damn Sopranos on
Film it on your camera phone
I know it was hard for my mama to raise a sun
To be so fuckin bright to shine on everyone
And whenever I spit, please be careful
This is Crystal Ball Express mixed with Thrshld
C'mon
Yeah you know me too well, how can I lie
Life it shows no mercy it's a blind side
Can't let it separate us like apartheid
The feeling that you see inside your mom's eyes
Protecting all my dogs I hear cruella
Ain't no fairytales, Cinderella
Out her telling tales like novellas
I hope I find some growth caterpillar
How could you
How could you
How could you
How could you
How could you
How could you say that you're down for me
I don't wanna see no tears for me
Will you hold it down for me
You could hold it down but could you really take it
Runnin on a dime when I want a dime
Roll over and die when you come around
Aye, turn it up and I ain't been away
Bass in another place that we been baby
I'm in a rut
I'm in a rush
Oh no no no
I don't wanna do nothing I don't want
I don't want you to break my heart
Pray for me said pray for me now
Ain't playin with the angel on my shoulder
Alright I admit I been down for this bitch
Alright I admit I just want the lipstick
She ain't fuckin with me less it's past 12 am
Yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Ight, we cool. We got it
Yea
Ohh yea-a-ahh
Ohh yea-a-ahh
I came to bring the pain on your bitch ass
Fuck you mean, nigga
Ooohoo!
Yea
Yea, yea, yea
Ok, let's go
Don't interrupt me when I'm coming in the booth
I got folks to vouch. Everything I spit is fuckin truth
Been smooth with these selections when I go around town
Blowing pound for pound while I sip on some brown
I'm booted up, now I'm on another level
Won't leave my dawgs alone, she's Cruelle deVille
I'm overseas, rolling weed. I got what you need
I'm taking over from the South. Bitch, you play with me
And I don't give a fuck
Riding 'round in a truck
Set up a photoshoot so I can shoot you like a duck
I'm on my duck hunting shit with my camo on
Screaming like the damn Sopranos on
Film it on your camera phone
I know it was hard for my mama to raise a sun
To be so fuckin bright to shine on everyone
And whenever I spit, please be careful
This is Crystal Ball Express mixed with Thrshld
C'mon