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smokingskul - crib lyrics

[intro]
now i gave boy a eighth, he thought it was an ounce ( wha)
and the draco got a grip, i hate how it bounce ( wha)
and the hollow got a red tip it take a n+gga out ( yeahhh)
walk wit a cooler like who need a/c
he think he star we catch him at macy’s
(get yo b+tch ass tf up off my phone talkin like you on the boy cause we know you not)

[chorus]
these n+ggas ain’t on sh+t they be purpin
i jugg the same n+ggas i be servin
shooting shii till i go [?]
i’m sippin on tris n+gga not no bourbon
these n+ggas do not got guns in person
i keep my mask on i’m a surgeon
i shoot whatever gen f+ck the version
that might be the crib i’m not for certain
that might be the crib that might be the house
now i gave that boy a eighth he thought it was a ounce
and the draco got a grip, i hate how it bounce
and the hollow got a red tip it take a n+gga out
walk wit a cooler like who need a/c
he think he star we catch him at macy’s
[verse]
you not getting a penny yo name not jc
that boy saw the glock then he start pacing
556 hit his medulla his mango
these n+ggas fruity i call they ah fandango
glock 26 finna catch his panhandle
ar15 an that shii get dismantled
don’t give a f+ck who the forty hit
i’m wearin who that boy morty
he think he a star shoot that party whip
i feel like who that b+tch carti wit
this clip bigger than who marty wit
you glorify shii you ain’t started wit
he think that he safe but we saw the whip
i’m shootin when that boy [?]

- smokingskul lyrics

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