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letra de own lane - cruddy murda

[intro]
d-mn
ay cruddy
gang
[chorus]
i made my own lane, how you runnin to me?
don’t talk about 20, made that in my sleep
2 bands ain’t sh-t, spent that on my jeans
i make her bend over then go in between
it’s crazy, they think they can f-ck with me
i get out that car and drop bout a buck fifty
they yelling out “fire” (?)
i ain’t gon lie, i’m gettin’ tired of the nonsense
she feel to the top, don’t touch her
i sing to this b-tch, i be thinking i’m usher
it’s somethin’ bout this b-tch, man, i just gotta f-ck her
goin’ through sh-t, she be callin’ her mother
n-ggas gon come up with hate sh-t, i’m used to it
playin’ with racks, i ain’t new to it
if sneaky get on you, don’t movе stupid
that money, don’t know what it do to you
[verse]
i swear i be goin’ through sh-t
you don’t еven know ’bout this life that i live
the way sh-t going, might start having kids
every other day i be hittin’ the road
(?) got yac, he be over the stove
you survived them shots but it’s taken a toll
rollin’ with 60 but i call em crow
i see it, i’m taking advantage
push that b-tton, i bet you you panic
if i give you my heart, don’t take it for granted
they think i’m too high, but really i’m plannin’
i’m sippin’ this cup for my energy
pulled out some green, that sh-t started k!lling me
i know it’s a snake, boy, he moving too fidgety
watch what i do next, they gon remember me
[chorus]
i made my own lane, how you runnin to me?
don’t talk about 20, made that in my sleep
2 bands ain’t sh-t, spent that on my jeans
i make her bend over then go in between
it’s crazy, they think they can f-ck with me
i get out that car and drop bout a buck fifty
they yelling out “fire” (?)
i ain’t gon lie, i’m gettin’ tired of the nonsense
she feel to the top, don’t touch her
i sing to this b-tch, i be thinking i’m usher
it’s somethin’ bout this b-tch, man, i just gotta f-ck her
goin’ through sh-t, she be callin’ her mother
n-ggas gon come up with hate sh-t, i’m used to it
playin’ with racks, i ain’t new to it
if sneaky get on you, don’t move stupid
that money, don’t know what it do to you

- cruddy murda

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