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don't believe in none
Big gas out the bag I need another one 
Getc another woods damn we smoking hella crud 
Up the mac I cooked it back just to leave em

they smell the weed, I'm like I know cause it's me 
Keep that med card on me like a nigga ID 
Crud punching on my lungs like that nigga Ali 
I'm floating

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

Forgetta' Tory, nigga stay in your Lane
Crash n' burn a nigga feel like a plane
I just need Jaine to clear out my brain

I just wanna' be dope mane
Blow crud

You bug and full of crud that you need to face
Childhood wounds that hurt and made you break
Now you suppress your emotions eating cupcakes
Drowning out

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

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

to the daredevil
And I'm gonna move your devil
When I was young my girlfriend had a flood
I was kicked out without no crud
I never thought I'd see that mud
Ain't

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wood full of crud
2Hrs in
Yo bitch love
I ain't even nut 

Ask yo bitch how i dig her out
Every month I'm switching out

Hoes

On the next 
I go
I Ain't

nigga poppin 5s but stilla get a nigga blew
Think that nigga in the band he blowin niggas like a flute
Yall niggas cant afford to smoke the type of crud

strong 
We've arrived at the auction house 

Mooch through the catalogue 
Ambivalent to the crud
Looking for the one or two lots
That are outstandingly