Lyrics:
At the end I gotta get out bed
And get this bread
They love the crud instead
I'm in I'm out I'm out but in
Debt ain't gonna see next of kin
G'z greazy for
on tellys not on cellys it's turning the youth all dumb
Now they all wanna say they came from the mud
And they don't feel shame for the crud,
They never
knows that me and my bros
Came from the mud not taking it slow
Chat the crud we're taking you home
Built in a day ain't talking 'bout Rome
Giving him P
thoughts
Got some memories
That I wanna distort
Avoiding po po we don't do pork
Quadruple threat call that a fork
How you talking crud built like a corpse
the crud
I don't come down
I'll be on a different number
Can't keep in touch now
I ain't stopping nigga til the Rollie
It get buss down
Ima fuck her and cut
the love
If you're Hands are gone, I'll hug you still
Do it with the nubs
Very Affectionate feels
Do it with the crud
Thinking what's the cost to keep it
Saturday morning wipe the crud from my eye
There's a stupid bird singing high up in the sky
And the Pacers out of gas but I gotta get there on time
Looks
need 80 Gs
I like to smoke crud I need 80 Ps
These niggas know I can not play for free
You want me to rap got to pay for me
These niggas is really some
yo lap
While I'm blowing on crud and yo bitch giving me scalp
And I'm bagging up why we sitting in the trap
Yeahhh watching Ed,Edd, and Eddy
Serving
find that plug and drain him
If he's talking crud then graze him if he wants to call bluffs then raise him
We ain't here for no mortal kombat only got it
with the plane!
Stains getting all on my blood
Getting up outside the mud (what?)
Bitch I think I'm bout to get the crud off
Yeah, talking to you like
Casca pleoape, libertatea-i sluga
Nu, nu mai imi pasa
Plec, ma intorc, oriunde-s acasa
Viata, viata nu ma lasa
Totul e crud, intr-o lume arsa
just show up, to the showdown and show love
It's so crud this couple nearly broke up
It won't cut, I'm sorry if I'm so blunt
Get you rolled up and I
never let you go
He's in control
My God is watching
A mother just lost her son
There's a lot of crud violence
We live in a broken world
to chat crud
You still stay bruk
Wishing on a Leprechaun
To bring you good luck
Sometimes luck is earned
Dont be too concerned
Leave worry to people
Who
own blood I go where I like fuck
Who's on crud, I know
How to get myself
Out of the mud and I ain't got
Time for no slut or muck
Woah... Cant let this
I don't need your fucking buzz
It's ok boo you don't have to be on crud
Young queen you don't need a rich jigga
And you don't need go to any dr
rău și bine
Privirea doare
Pot zbura eu oare
cșa de- aproape de soare?
cripi îmi construiam zi de zi
Dar un zbor așa crud ne putea mistui
cm ales cu
swear hand to god
The only reason I'm not tied up in all that crud,
Is because of mum,swear
Not another one anther son
Make you proud, no doubt
If
speedy
Flow so uneasy
I make it look it easy
And sound hard it's
On fire but sounds so freezy
You said your on crud really
You wanna be famous
You should
to the fiend “Nigga, where the fuck my crud at?”
Talkin’ ‘bout the opp grave, nigga, yeah, we dug that
Tryna smoke this pain away, nigga, where my blunt at?
Ugh,
in virgin blood
Spare me your vile putrid crud
Greed, war and sodomy
A violent knight's wet dream
Spoils lay barren to no runt
I'll dichotomize you
Me and Unc was Cookin' in the kitchen, nicca
Like a chef Nicca, this crud ain't Cheap, I ain't smokin
On no Jeff Tell lil kam to pop out, Tryna put
Might shoot my shot that's an open thirty
He won't feel shit that's a open percy
My nine freaky she hella pervy
I sell crud while a nigga workin'
Serve
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