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crummy - me lyrics

this sh-t ridiculous n-gga
this sh-t ridiculous
crummy
this sh-t ridiculous n-gga
this sh-t ridiculous
this sh-t ridiculous n-gga
this sh-t ridiculous
crummy

it’s a caution sign this way you probably slip and fall
i done been around my city like a tetherball
money short just get some heels you can make it tall
drop a n-gga caterpillar, we go make em crawl
my line dead, can i see yo phone to make a call?
80 down 45 p-ssed the woodlands mall
sold his -ss some wet he told me that his name was paul
sometimes you gotta lie for n-ggas that’ll tell it all
just let the orange rot then you got some alcohol
that n-gga soft somebody tell me why he actin’ hard
out of state be better when you tryna crack a card
pour some acky, go to wendy’s, get an extra large
f-ck with me and you get shots like we at the bar
it ain’t no up the road no more they sending n-ggas far
have you ever seen yo mama dozin’ on a bar?
tryna wake her up on 59 while in the car
they pulled me both sides but i ain’t neva break apart
they try that sh-t again i swear to god i’m taken hearts
i just popped a simpson, but i don’t f-ck with bart
chevy malibu i got it cause it’s push to start
if narcos mean drugs then just call me narc

n-gga
this sh-t ridiculous n-gga
this sh-t ridiculous
this sh-t ridiculous n-gga
this sh-t ridiculous
n-gga
this sh-t ridiculous n-gga
this sh-t ridiculous
this sh-t ridiculous n-gga
this sh-t ridiculous
this sh-t ridiculous n-gga
this sh-t ridiculous

my n-gga came from new york i call him jay-z
i can’t do off the strength you gotta pay me
i’ll rock a n-gga to sleep like a baby
i’m that n-gga came from chicken, rice and gravy
just because you got a gun that sh-t don’t phase me
told her “come and ride this d-ck quit being lazy”
‘bout to hit my mcgrady i need a tracy
i just popped a skittle now i’m doing the franky
i can’t get no money wit you cause you janky
d-mn can i hit yo blunt? that sh-t stanky
she really wanna f-ck and do the hanky-panky
while i’m hittin’ it from the back she yelling “spank me!”
i can’t f-ck wit certain n-ggas on the daily
i can’t seem to understand these b-tches lately
h-ll yeah i keep a gun it’s for my safety
i ate her p-ssy for hour cause it’s tasty
please don’t me judge it was sweet just like pastries
i greatly appreciate the n-ggas that hate me
only 10 in clip he got a 8 piece
my older uncle, he a crip like dave east
the pack was really 200 i made em pay 3
make a n-gga retire like he kg
f-ck the mall, go to store, get me black tee
i’m so m-th-f-ckin’ grimy i’ll jack me

n-gga
n-gga
i’m from houston

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