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crvshfuoco - throw away lyrics

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(verse 1)
i’m a hot n+gga (hot) but i’m iced out (ice) up in traffic (ugh) with them pipes out n+gga pipe down, (uh) blow ya lights out (uh) we tote big poles (uh) we don’t fight now ( boom, boom!) 9/11 sh+t (uh) we too fly now, got a future i can’t die now (i can’t die, b+tch) smokin’ big dope i’m too high now, vision f+cked up i can’t drive now (skrrrrt) rick and morty b+tch how this glock look like a portal gun, couldn’t get that kush from in my state so i imported some d+d+diamonds on me white look like a brick but i ain’t snortin’ none b+tches in my mansion like hugh hefner i got more than one. we gon bend it we gon blimp sh+t, when i shot he wasn’t ready like a candidate, you a tough guy, on that gram sh+t, now you payin’ for some sh+t that ya man did (p+ssy!) block n+gga i send shots n+gga body drop n+gga stop saying that you gang p+ssy you are not n+gga opp n+gga bet this glock trigga fold a opp n+gga skrap got a body count cuz he bouta drop n+ggas
beast mode i am beast mode on the east coast, talk sh+t let ya words out you gon eat those, dumb opp give em 2 shots like some free+throws at the club throwin’ 20’s out we don’t need those

(verse 2 skraps verse)
nikes on my feet, got the fit lookin’ elite (what), rubbin’ on her kitty and her legs are feelin’ weak. put my d+ck in throat it be hard for her to speak, don’t be takin’ pictures cuz i’m trynna stay lowkey(shhh) i’ve been geekin’ hard i’ve been up for like a week lsd and me it got me feelin’ super free i just hit the mall and i blew a band or 3 (brrr), get away from me no i don’t wanna speak(nah) n+ggas bring up my line cuz they know i got that tree, got a b+tch with me and she suck it on her knees, i can’t f+ck with n+ggas they be actin like some fiends, hit you in the dead of night wake you from ya dreams (boom!) i remember late nights runnin’ from police, cuz i hit a few l!cks trynna count some cream weigh it up bag it up gotta serve the fiends, gotta get that bag by any f+ckin’ means



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