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letra de thinking bout you (feat. spydaspruce) - cuddii376

(thinking bout you from time to time)

(girl thats treezy 2 times)

(thinking bout you, all the time)

(cuddii376)
gang, all my n-ggas play with b-ttons like we engineers
they know if cuddii get that drop n-ggas droppin’ tears
just because we went to school together, we is not friends
n-gga played and got his mans popped n-gga stop playin’

every time a n-gga made a diss a n-gga dropped dead
left his ass chillin’ in the whip like a drive in
bullets switch n-ggas hittin’ the ground like a mophead
if a n-gga ever sent the lo i bet, he got spent
n-ggas cap he ain’t got no rank and never shot sh-t
never robbed sh-t these n-ggas dissin’ for the content
hitting a bad b-tch clutchin’ switch she on opp sh-t
before i hear a n-gga speak on me pat yo pockets

spyda gang dont come around you ain’t locked in
n-gga threw a punch and caught bullets ain’t no boxin’
like they was 74 catchin’ bodies with the foxes
n-ggas don’t be slidin’ just be actin’ h-lla hopkins
lame n-gga cut the rap b-tch that is not trim
n-ggas fake rich in real life they ain’t got sh-t
all the opps cliquin’ up so i copped switch
walked off with a n-gga gen up like this my sh-t, n-gga
couple n-ggas got popped they don’t wanna claim it
n-gga f-ck 5o and f-ck [?]
tae out here shakin’ ass and writin’ statements
fern daddy got hit up we left ass breakdancin’
chop did his ass wrong like a allegation
left his ass fully paralyzed n-gga need maintenance
n-gga threw a punch bro left his ass stargazin’
i’m love with that stick like a f-cking gamer

(spydaspruce)
n-ggas slid and hit they hand they ain’t made no noise bout it
my lil n-ggas totin’ switches i can’t lie im worried bout em
b-tch we hit up n-ggas cars, cribs and n-ggas bodies
opp b-tch want a name told her call me john gotti

i been inspectin’ the feds did the last drill sloppy
lil bro spot a l!ck off the choppa and talk choppy
this ain’t even no real glock switch we slide with the copies
hollow tips choppin’ bricks like them b-tches do karate

everytime a n-gga disrespect this sh-t we raise h-ll
bronem into robbing sh-t my n-ggas never made a sell
bad b-tch tryna f-ck on me i just got outta jail
police got my baby brother on a million dollar bail

when lil dd hit the pavement where the h-ll is lil dell
drench a n-gga in the county leave a smell in the cell
catch a n-gga at the gway and leave sh-lls at the sh-ll
bro the opps stopped scoring sh-t it just be fail after fail
i done got alot of death threats but im still living
she like when i hit her off the whip she said it feel different
up and give yo ass a countdown like im freddie benson
hit the striker suited up like bronny stison

these n-ggas b-tches they won’t pull outside the whip if i slipping
got the devil on shoulder he like “buy another whippet”
dd dead, lil top head missing, chance slipping
meet the b-tch in february she gon f-ck me til december n-gga

(girl thats treezy 2 times)

- cuddii376

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