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letra de died with a meal - cruddy marie

[hook]
can’t beef with these n-ggas, they up there telling
they ain’t bending my block, why the f-ck is they welling?
can’t carry that pistol, i’m labeled a felon
so i hang with some n-ggas that really be stepping
i hang with some n-ggas that just wanna k!ll
62’s in this drac’, showed his ass how it feel
ate a lot of them b-tches, he died with a meal
i picked up that drizzy and showed ’em my sk!lls

[verse]
f-ck they forgot what we did on that hill?
we can really get turnt, but we been trying chill
put this sh-t in your face, boy you better sit still
n-gga ass keep dissing, ain’t been on a drill
n-gga ass keep dissing, we been up the worth
put my name in a song, so i had to go lurk
been thinking about brodie, it’s timе to go purge
woosie got cracked, lеft his sh-t on the curb
we followed his uber, sh-t felt like a movie
and he got his chain took, still chasing that coochie
and he still ain’t go spin, man that n-gga a goofy
i guess he don’t care ’cause that motherf-cker a fool
rap n-gga bluffing, keep screaming, “plus two”
we hit at a lot of you n-ggas, plus you
free pocketz, he called said he beating up kou
shawty really be dragging, he caught up on choo
they ain’t touch none of mine, who the f-ck did you shoot?
brought up my bm, had to tell ’em, “that’s cute”
that sh-t really trash, put that n-gga on mute
they ain’t get back bro, but they still in the stu’
them n-ggas up 3rd needa get back for reek
n-gga caught with bruh, put his ass six feet
it’s time to go spin, i’ma hop out with leek
my shooter be geeking, he waving that p
they ask what i bang, i’ma throw up my c
if you banging that five, you get put on a tee
where the f-ck is the za, i ain’t smoking no g
i know some real k!llers that a tell ’em free kee
i’m back in that mode, so i’m dragging
they got 10 dead n-ggas, why the f-ck is they laughing?
we been upped them b’s, but we just started bragging
last n-gga reached in my car, put his ass in a casket
[hook]
can’t beef with these n-ggas, they up there telling
they ain’t bending my block, why the f-ck is they welling?
can’t carry that pistol, i’m labeled a felon
so i hang with some n-ggas that really be stepping
i hang with some n-ggas that just wanna k!ll
62’s in this drac’, showed his ass how it feel
ate a lot of them b-tches, he died with a meal
i picked up that drizzy and showed ’em my sk!lls

- cruddy marie

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