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letra de stop speaking on me - cruddy marie

[intro]
let’s go, let’s go
let’s go, let’s go
long live brodie n-gga, long live fat stunz

[chorus]
i’m the one who put that drac on their rip for a week
i don’t shoot out no cars, i get out on my feet
i’ma sit in my vic, i ain’t getting no sleep
in-and-out of them cars, i be banging that heat
he got with two drac’s, but he put up a fight
at the end of the day, that boy still in my sheets
they said they outside, i might come with that mic’
how i’m swinging that b-tch, put a rapper six feet
put a blatt on the crowd, i don’t care if they deep
they some crackhead k!llers, them n-ggas look weak
jumped out with that k, put they men in the dirt
i been through they block, why they speaking on me?
screaming “free all my painters”, can’t wait ’til they free
got your b-tch around the way, on the men she gonna eat
soon as we get his drop, put his face on a tee
just go ask lil’ bre, i’m a full blown creep

[verse]
heard a rapper got cracked and he know it was us
n-gga long live trell, he got hit by a bus
hopped out around the worth, i was waving that drac’
been spinning that b-tch, on the men that joint cake
finna walk in the store, put that switch on his face
they miss when they spin, man that sh-t be a waste
had to chill on them bodies, i caught me a case
when i get off the box, bet a n-gga get baked
caught a n-gga down bad and that n-gga got drac’ed
we wondering how many shots can he take
brodie definitely crushed me, i can’t even fake
i’ma send him a b-tch, bet he fall for the bait
load that blatt on the crowd, bet i hit up a few
they wanna diss on the members, what happen to woo?
what happened to woo is gonna happen to you
this sh-t for the n-gga screaming plus two
[chorus]
i’m the one who put that drac on their rip for a week
i don’t shoot out no cars, i get out on my feet
i’ma sit in my vic, i ain’t getting no sleep
in-and-out of them cars, i be banging that heat
he got with two drac’s, but he put up a fight
at the end of the day, that boy still in my sheets
they said they outside, i might come with that mic’
how i’m swinging that b-tch, put a rapper six feet
put a blatt on the crowd, i don’t care if they deep
they some crackhead k!llers, them n-ggas look weak
jumped out with that k, put they men in the dirt
i been through they block, why they speaking on me?
screaming “free all my painters”, can’t wait ’til they free
got your b-tch around the way, on the men she gonna eat
soon as we get his drop, put his face on a tee
just go ask lil’ bre, i’m a full blown creep

- cruddy marie

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