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cruddy marie - no diss lyrics

[verse]
trying spin, better do it correct
marrv love to spin, hopping out with the blatt
i don’t hang with no n+gga, i think that that’s a rat
you ain’t downing sh+t n+gga, where the f+ck is your hats?
been hopping out cars, we been leaving sh+t wet
when i get in that mode, bet a n+gga get stretched
sh+t still ain’t gonna stop, we gonna drag on the net
been keeping sh+t chill, trying run up a check
n+ggas ain’t f+cking with us, better get up your rep
i don’t aim at no innocents, i really step
n+gga could try all he want, bet a n+gga get left
don’t compare me to n+ggas, i ain’t sh+t like the rest
that sh+t hit his chest, where the f+ck was his blatt?
got left in a pool of blood, we like leaving a mess
since them n+ggas wanna bluff, we gonna run through southwest
i hopped out blowing that k, had to get on one knee
they know about this sh+t, i ain’t bluffing, they men on a tee
[?] be banging his pistol, that’s marr from the v
they know what i claim, ain’t no secret, still throwing my c
stop dissing me b+tch, i’m a full blown creep
and our lil brother got shot, tell em free [?]
said he signed him a deal, but that sh+t ain’t gonna save him from me
i might catch his ass up the worth cause that rip really sweet
how the f+ck [?] when ya losing ya soldiers
[?] in this drac, b+tch i’m feeling [?]
the way he got burnt, he got put in the toaster
got the switch in my [?], who the f+ck need a holster?
[?]
[?], just got a little older
the opps sending disses, they got a little bolder
better come get your b+tch, she on d+ck, i might fold her
just telling them sh+ts, i ain’t sending on diss
we geeking to catch us a rapper, don’t show up at [?]
get a drop on a n+gga, we sending a blitz
it’s all blatts in this whip, n+ggas know we don’t miss
all you b+tches be wh0res, i don’t give out no kiss
i ain’t even trying f+ck, you can kiss on my d+ck
who the f+ck is you saying i ain’t banging my stick?
why the f+ck they keep thinking i’m mad bout a b+tch
free blatt, [?] up there with that switch
i’m [?], man he should’ve got clipped
he was flashing that cash and his pockets got ripped
then a rapper got shot, man i know they was sick
got that 300 black, i trying bend on their rip
and i’m taking sh+t down, you gonna die if you slip
can’t get up on me, i be quick off the hip
you gonna know if a n+gga gonna take it, running his lips
can’t speak on fat trell, got left in his whip
how i’m banging them c’s, you might think i’m a crip
n+gga broke as a b+tch, trying sell out a zip
heard a n+gga got stopped, [?]
i ain’t worried about opps, man these n+ggas ain’t nothing
cracking innocent n+ggas, ya n+ggas look dumb
n+ggas spinning so many rips, make the whole city run
shooting and driving, i pull my own stunts
love f+cking up rips, i swear this sh+t is fun
man woo was a stepper, but where was his gun?
really turned up the worth, but man them n+ggas my son
really cracking ya members, stop speaking on stunz

- cruddy marie lyrics

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