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letra de no diss - cruddy marie

[verse]
trying spin, better do it correct
marrv love to spin, hopping out with the blatt
i don’t hang with no n-gga, i think that that’s a rat
you ain’t downing sh-t n-gga, where the f-ck is your hats?
been hopping out cars, we been leaving sh-t wet
when i get in that mode, bet a n-gga get stretched
sh-t still ain’t gonna stop, we gonna drag on the net
been keeping sh-t chill, trying run up a check
n-ggas ain’t f-cking with us, better get up your rep
i don’t aim at no innocents, i really step
n-gga could try all he want, bet a n-gga get left
don’t compare me to n-ggas, i ain’t sh-t like the rest
that sh-t hit his chest, where the f-ck was his blatt?
got left in a pool of blood, we like leaving a mess
since them n-ggas wanna bluff, we gonna run through southwest
i hopped out blowing that k, had to get on one knee
they know about this sh-t, i ain’t bluffing, they men on a tee
[?] be banging his pistol, that’s marr from the v
they know what i claim, ain’t no secret, still throwing my c
stop dissing me b-tch, i’m a full blown creep
and our lil brother got shot, tell em free [?]
said he signed him a deal, but that sh-t ain’t gonna save him from me
i might catch his ass up the worth cause that rip really sweet
how the f-ck [?] when ya losing ya soldiers
[?] in this drac, b-tch i’m feeling [?]
the way he got burnt, he got put in the toaster
got the switch in my [?], who the f-ck need a holster?
[?]
[?], just got a little older
the opps sending disses, they got a little bolder
better come get your b-tch, she on d-ck, i might fold her
just telling them sh-ts, i ain’t sending on diss
we geeking to catch us a rapper, don’t show up at [?]
get a drop on a n-gga, we sending a blitz
it’s all blatts in this whip, n-ggas know we don’t miss
all you b-tches be wh0res, i don’t give out no kiss
i ain’t even trying f-ck, you can kiss on my d-ck
who the f-ck is you saying i ain’t banging my stick?
why the f-ck they keep thinking i’m mad bout a b-tch
free blatt, [?] up there with that switch
i’m [?], man he should’ve got clipped
he was flashing that cash and his pockets got ripped
then a rapper got shot, man i know they was sick
got that 300 black, i trying bend on their rip
and i’m taking sh-t down, you gonna die if you slip
can’t get up on me, i be quick off the hip
you gonna know if a n-gga gonna take it, running his lips
can’t speak on fat trell, got left in his whip
how i’m banging them c’s, you might think i’m a crip
n-gga broke as a b-tch, trying sell out a zip
heard a n-gga got stopped, [?]
i ain’t worried about opps, man these n-ggas ain’t nothing
cracking innocent n-ggas, ya n-ggas look dumb
n-ggas spinning so many rips, make the whole city run
shooting and driving, i pull my own stunts
love f-cking up rips, i swear this sh-t is fun
man woo was a stepper, but where was his gun?
really turned up the worth, but man them n-ggas my son
really cracking ya members, stop speaking on stunz

- cruddy marie

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