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cuddii376 - thinking bout you (feat. spydaspruce) lyrics

(thinking bout you from time to time)

(girl thats treezy 2 times)

(thinking bout you, all the time)

(cuddii376)
gang, all my n+ggas play with b+ttons like we engineers
they know if cuddii get that drop n+ggas droppin’ tears
just because we went to school together, we is not friends
n+gga played and got his mans popped n+gga stop playin’

every time a n+gga made a diss a n+gga dropped dead
left his ass chillin’ in the whip like a drive in
bullets switch n+ggas hittin’ the ground like a mophead
if a n+gga ever sent the lo i bet, he got spent
n+ggas cap he ain’t got no rank and never shot sh+t
never robbed sh+t these n+ggas dissin’ for the content
hitting a bad b+tch clutchin’ switch she on opp sh+t
before i hear a n+gga speak on me pat yo pockets

spyda gang dont come around you ain’t locked in
n+gga threw a punch and caught bullets ain’t no boxin’
like they was 74 catchin’ bodies with the foxes
n+ggas don’t be slidin’ just be actin’ h+lla hopkins
lame n+gga cut the rap b+tch that is not trim
n+ggas fake rich in real life they ain’t got sh+t
all the opps cliquin’ up so i copped switch
walked off with a n+gga gen up like this my sh+t, n+gga
couple n+ggas got popped they don’t wanna claim it
n+gga f+ck 5o and f+ck [?]
tae out here shakin’ ass and writin’ statements
fern daddy got hit up we left ass breakdancin’
chop did his ass wrong like a allegation
left his ass fully paralyzed n+gga need maintenance
n+gga threw a punch bro left his ass stargazin’
i’m love with that stick like a f+cking gamer

(spydaspruce)
n+ggas slid and hit they hand they ain’t made no noise bout it
my lil n+ggas totin’ switches i can’t lie im worried bout em
b+tch we hit up n+ggas cars, cribs and n+ggas bodies
opp b+tch want a name told her call me john gotti

i been inspectin’ the feds did the last drill sloppy
lil bro spot a l!ck off the choppa and talk choppy
this ain’t even no real glock switch we slide with the copies
hollow tips choppin’ bricks like them b+tches do karate

everytime a n+gga disrespect this sh+t we raise h+ll
bronem into robbing sh+t my n+ggas never made a sell
bad b+tch tryna f+ck on me i just got outta jail
police got my baby brother on a million dollar bail

when lil dd hit the pavement where the h+ll is lil dell
drench a n+gga in the county leave a smell in the cell
catch a n+gga at the gway and leave sh+lls at the sh+ll
bro the opps stopped scoring sh+t it just be fail after fail
i done got alot of death threats but im still living
she like when i hit her off the whip she said it feel different
up and give yo ass a countdown like im freddie benson
hit the striker suited up like bronny stison

these n+ggas b+tches they won’t pull outside the whip if i slipping
got the devil on shoulder he like “buy another whippet”
dd dead, lil top head missing, chance slipping
meet the b+tch in february she gon f+ck me til december n+gga

(girl thats treezy 2 times)

- cuddii376 lyrics

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