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crvddyrell - fuck marvin lyrics

[intro:]
at the end of the day, b-tch. i f-cking called you because it’s f-ck marr at the end of the day i was on your back ttg but you know what it’s f-ck rell you know?

[verse:]
i ain’t even finna rap with a n-gga name marvin
n-ggas stealing verses they cap they flodgin
gotta charge it to the game i can tell cause he dodging
he said he speak facts i can see why he silent

if he really want smoke we got plenty of options
drop pin let’s link we got semis and autos
i be rockin off white but i ain’t walkin with caution
bring your -ss to baltimore we goin leave you at hopkins

“n-ggas be cap , n-ggas be hat”
how the f-ck you steal lines
how the h-ll you do that
he ain’t talking bout pounds he ain’t never move that
“imma whip out the stick” you ain’t never shoot that
s-l-a-t-t slime that’s cap
you ain’t never been to atlanta i don’t even know why you tried that
big gun squad sh-t where the f-ck is your iron at?
how you a young trap n-gga all you moved was a dime bag?

seen your lor dance you will never get a leg up
q da fool your cousin you ain’t applying no pressure
you ain’t never finish school, n-gga don’t test us
you said you got mops tell leray to clean your mess up
he said that he from d.c n-gga from bethesda
i’m aiming for his head man he better put the vest up
we got .762s flying out of the tesla
got a .40 on me and that b-tch hold extra
got a shoota in the lab but he short like dexter
if crvddy made his point why the f-ck won’t he let up?
tell that n-gga send a check and i might think to let go
i could run a train on his b-tch like the metro
i be out in d.c with the glizzys like i’m death stroke
i be smoking gas think i got it from the west coast

the n-gga 5’6 with a young joc fade
i got 2 or 3 sticks and they go both ways
your name moneymarr but you ain’t go no racks
i smell a fresh fitted cause that sh-t all cap
iont even know why stunna even gave you a song
iont even know why manny even brought you along
you on xanman d-ck can’t stand that sh-t
you was rapping bout runtz but you smoking on mid
you could steal my verse can’t rap like this
you can steal my words can’t match this sh-t

you can send a check i ain’t even try to hurt you
imma send a invoice i might send a verse too
he only 18 but his -ss got a curfew
i could put some sh-lls in your back like a turtle
n-ggas really b-tches man that sh-t universal
trap keep jumping like a mother f-cking hurdle
i could spin his block like a mother f-cking circle
n-ggas can’t rap imma give his -ss a journal

- crvddyrell lyrics

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