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letra de m.b.k - crvddyrell

[crvddyrell] verse 1:
n-ggas want smoke and we on it
opps gon fall in this b-tch like it’s autumn
n-ggas better move with pre-cautions
we hotbox the coupe and it look like it’s haunted

i got a check got balencis and bape on
i know some bloods in this b-tch like a seance
i’m good in the hood they won’t catch me like trayvon
i ran it up fast in my city like tavon

n-ggas make threats but ain’t bout to drop sh-t
b-tches be tryna get wifed and they not sh-t
stop it
they smokin on mid and we smoking exotic
you cuffing that b-tch and you know she got mileage

rented the tesla ain’t know how to drive it
it don’t even matter it got auto pilot
i just want your lips i don’t care about your body
her brain go stupid i know she in college
she ain’t teaching me sh-t but she giving me knowledge
if my girl try to call ima put it on silent

i just float on the beat i don’t even be trying
don’t care bout the weather i’m changing the climate
this gun automatic it sound like it’s crying
if a n-gga try play then his mom hear the sirens
hoo-hoo
said my circle so tight like a fruit loop
in the sino do magic like voodoo
said i count up more money than you do
i’m the man with the bands like a guru
i got blood on my shoes ain’t no suwoop

mob ties in this b-tch know i f-ck with the gang
got on maison margiela no this ain’t no stain
meliodas on me but i feel like i’m pain
feel like steph from the three got unlimited range

crvddyrell & jdg back in this b-tch
know what the f-ck going on
know we left for a bit , know what i’m saying

[bridge]:
16, 29, 29, 16
big things, big dreams, crvddyteam
blue benjis on 250 man know what the f-ck going on

[jdg.410] verse 2:
how i be running the game in my new shoes, no crease
i cannot f-ck with no new dudes with no cheese
b-tch i put in that work now they notice the new me
b-tch i’m counting up guap it’s a whole lot of blue cheese
told her come on and link b-tch i’m feeling like whoheem
me and crvddyrell back with some no. 9 new jeans
and i’m touching that pack on my snap, i’m like “who need?”
b-tch i’m drowning in water i don’t need no coochi
i-i’m 410 from the west side
said it’s up with the gang n-gga?
bet. aight
i’m upping that chop you get hit with that fire
n-ggas cap for the gram i can tell that you lied
n-gga speak on my name i can bet that he died
n-gga said he want beef til he smoked and he fried
hit yo b-tch from the back got her breaking her spine
steady thinking it’s yours but she said that it’s mine
finna get to that bag got unlimited ties
got that draco it’s right on my hip when i slide
gang

- crvddyrell

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