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jduce_dapotpirate - crabs lyrics

(yo prov is on fire, n-gga)
alright
(that sl1ck mix, n-gga)
you know what time it is
i ain’t gotta say too much
jduce man, pushers and peddlers man
shout out to everybody that f-ck with me
shout out to the whole squad
rip ant, long live 40
if you ain’t at the table, you on the table
you know my sh-t
n-ggas ain’t f-cking with me
this sh-t real
(that secret sauce, n-gga)
aye
squad sh-t, got the whole squad in here
gorillo on the beat

[hook x2]
walk up on him with the pump, he dont want that
call the dope james harden cause it jump back
these n-ggas is steady flopping
aim at em, im fetty wap’ing
im cooking the work in the lab
i keep em at bay with the jab
no ring, i call em mcnabb
she said that you n-ggas is crabs

n-ggas be souped like hoes standing next to me
praying and wishing that they b-tch dont get a text from me
and i bought her honey woods, her favorite color yellow
and she ask me why i rap and this what im gon tell her
im tryna pull up in lax yeah ima be in all black
picking which weed im gon grab, looking for something to stab
better than calling a cab, texas they call it a slab
hit the folks and do my dab, hit the folks and do my dab
they telling me its my turn and i tell em to turn up
money is all that i earn and the weed ima burn up
wax all in my wood, yeah i picked the worm up
feelings ain’t in my vocab, yeah i gave the term up
she was souped when i flew by her man was so sick
so fly so high im on my own sh-t
trapping hard man im tryna buy my own brick
and you can’t tell me what to do i got my own d-ck!

im tryna get me a farm, bales packed in the barn
my d-ck half of her arm, she tryna ring the alarm
this beat is a cold case, i blind em with no mase
k!ll at a slow pace, jason he [????] no face
tell em to chill out, he only turn up cause we bring the pill out
well i bring the steel out
and i jack-son when i go the field route
i am not stressing, when i open my eyes those are my blessings
get psyched for a check man
trying to keep two nines like i am a texan
my n-ggas is locked in, and we gotta eat theres no other option
[??????]
got records for moving the rock like im stockton
and the morning is so bright
and im smoking the green, and im selling all white
ya rap sh-t is alright
but im going in like ive been up for all night
money go, money come and it come back
just make sure when it come, you let some stack
and now its dope bro, they used to be running crack
28 fell out the hole, call it a running back

[hook x2]
walk up on him with the pump he dont want that
call the dope james harden cause it jump back
these n-ggas is steady flopping
aim at em, im fetty wap’ing
im cooking the work in the lab
i keep em at bay with the jab
no ring, i call em mcnabb
she said that you n-ggas is crabs

- jduce_dapotpirate lyrics

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