cruddy murda – where you goin lyrics
[intro: cruddy murda & semihomie]
d+mn, aye cruddy
uh, on the men
aye homie what’s up bro?
you know what i’m on man [?]
and i’m back [?]
(this an anti beat)
long live brodie, sh+t getting wicked
gah
(this is petro gang)
on the men
[chorus: semihomie]
n+gga i go in amiri and spend your life, that sh+t ain’t ’bout nothing
this b+tch think she something she ain’t nothing [?] lil’ ass be lying [?]
n+gga i might be parked behind your car, you ain’t pulling off
we ran off from his house we ain’t got no gas we cutting the car off
we hashtag n+ggas we making ’em (hashtag gang)
bro chasing down n+ggas like he play for his coach
keep f+cking around ap in [?]
you know it’s exotic whatever i tote
hop out in the rain, i know he gon’ slip
bro tryna stop every car he [?]
just took down a n+gga for a [?]
i be burning hеr out but in public i’m bro
[verse 1: cruddy murda]
[?] risks so i never be lacking
just madе four bands it’s a ten what i’m packing
my pockets [?]
[?]
we turn the steppers to victims
i heard some sh+t had to get right with him
murda off drank don’t matter he can hit you
tell you some sh+t [?] k!ll you
d+mn
i see death everytime i pour red
got shot in the arm should’ve been in his head
[?] oop with the opps so i left her on read
i leave sneaky with missions he never getting scared
at war with the city gon’ say n+ggas scared
[?] got sent to the moon younging thought he was [?]
[?] died i’m sending a blitz
i got a [?]
put shorty against me i want you to die
i told her i’m tryna f+ck you and [?]
[?] fn it go through your vest
whole fit amiri my fit cost your mortgage
sipping this [?] it’s eight in the morning
[verse 2: semihomie]
putting the switch on my g22
he going off b+tches he loose
[?] the sh+t out her old friend she really my boo
slime out n+ggas i’m clutching her through
this n+ggas some b+tches i’m screaming out “f+ck”
i’m off this perc’ and she [?]
sh+t slow he tryna sell his weed off his ‘gram
she say “homie my n+gga your number one fan”
n+gga you ain’t active so f+ck what you saying
you know i get busy put some dirt on my hand
’bout to take down a n+gga get back in and talk
’cause you ’bout to die and you know that’s your friend
we don’t be spilling them bodies and ducking the law
this n+gga keep tipping on my d+ck think he the law
f+cking [?]
i’m f+cking with murda he pour up by the four
[chorus: semihomie]
n+gga i go in amiri and spend your life, that sh+t ain’t ’bout nothing
this b+tch think she something she ain’t nothing [?] lil’ ass be lying [?]
n+gga i might be parked behind your car, you ain’t pulling off
we ran off from his house we ain’t got no gas we cutting the car off
we hashtag n+ggas we making ’em (hashtag gang)
bro chasing down n+ggas like he play for his coach
keep f+cking around ap in [?]
you know it’s exotic whatever i tote
hop out in the rain, i know he gon’ slip
bro tryna stop every car [?]
just took down a n+gga for a [?]
i be burning her out but in public i’m bro
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