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letra de sup crodie - uwu thugs

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[intro: nikan]

heavenly tape, i put that on (yeah, yeah)

hold up, wait, life’s great (yeah, yeah)

hold up, wait, cum skate (yeah, yeah)

hold up, wait, crime pay (yeah, yeah)

hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (nikan my d-ck too hard, yeah, yeah)
twenty boys, they got their nails matte black (yeah, yeah)

surfin’ at a local chuck e cheese (yeah, yeah)

two pink toes i asked my mama to paint them (poof, poof, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: ashh]

chlamydia is what i p-ss

(yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

flip it to the boy like a dish

(yeah, yеah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah, yeah)

accept your are g-y before i quit

(yeah, yeah, accept the loss before i quit, yeah, yeah)

he slept at the house, i bought him some maccies

(yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: nikan & ashh]

what’s up, crodie? got cake, crodie (yeah, yeah)

got cum cake, crodie, got bread, crodie (woo)

got d-ld-s, crodie (woo, ooh), no b-tches, crodie (woo, mate)

give no f-cks, crodie (woo, geeked, mate), i’m cute, crodie (woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)

it’s up, crodie, i f-ck boys, crodie (yeah, yeah)

i cum, crodie, he came, crodie (woo, yeah, yeah)

got nerf guns, crodie, (woo) no girls, crodie

let’s f-ck, crodie (woo)

f-cked my classmate (woo), f-ck, sh-t, let’s splash in his cum, crodie (woo)

or suck that sh-t, let’s splash, hey

[verse 2: nikan]

smokin’ on d-cks, we don’t f-ck around with y’all
wanna try this sh-t, let me know

we prepare first and then columbine

trenchcoat, under a fellas’s sleeve

[refrain: nikan &ashh]

storke his d-ck, storke his d-ck (p-ssy ass fella)

stroke his d-ck, (slatt) storke his d-ck (wipe your d-ck)

storke his d-ck, (storke his d-ck, slatt) storke his d-ck (slatt, wipe his d-ck)

stroke his d-ck, (storke his d-ck), storke his d-ck (yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: nikan]

doubled the cups and then doubled it up and i doubled it up (yeah, yeah)

jump in the bentley, i jump behind his back and i f-ck the back (woo, yeah, yeah)

chuggin’ it down he joggling my d-ck up, i’m smokin’ a pound, i’m f-ckin’ around (yeah, yeah)

smokin’ on loud, smoking on his d-ck, we don’t f-ck around with y’all

[chorus: nikan]

what’s up, crodie? (woo) got the bl!cky and it makes me dizy so i keep a stizzy (woo)

got the cash, i bake his like a cake, (woo) ayy, what’s brackin’, crodie? (woo)

i just sniper his d-ck, crodie, (woo) chain on hydrate, crodie (woo)

get no sleep, crodie, (woo) i’m geeked, crodie, pushin’ weight, outta shape (yeah, yeah)

[verse 4: ashh]

red wings, red bottoms, i’m a f-ckin’ devil and his demons(yeah, yeah)

we sitting in my room planning our our next plan (yeah, yeah)

twenty tennis chains on i f-cked him at the game

not no ric flair medal (woo, yeah, yeah)

i don’t gotta run it back his ass be on rewind, you heard what nikan tell ’em (yeah, yeah)

put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like fruity pebbles

i wanna f-ck that tiger on the creal box

[verse 5: nikan]

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

b-tch wanna hit him a l!ck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

b-tch wanna suck on the d-ck, yeah

b-tch wanna get him a brick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)

b-tch wanna f-ck on a femoboy (yeah)

b-tch wanna f-ck on the clique (yeah, yeah)

euros on euros, i’m gettin’ it i hate brits (uh)

step on the floor, now i’m lit (woo)

[refrain: ashh ]

stroke his duck, stroke his d-ck (woo)

kick a door, keep the ruger

i kick him in the ass like im his father (woo)

put the pole in his ho, bend him over (woo, woo, woo)

then you buy that b-tch a brand new range rover (woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 6: nikan]

i’m so high, all i can say is “cum, d-ck, cum”

i can’t talk, i barely could say, “d-ck, cum, d-ck”

count a d and count another one, ooh, ooh (ooh)

f-ck that sh-t, i enter the lotto, woo, woo i bought me a d-ld- (f-ck it, yeah, yeah)

[verse 7: ashh]

count a half and another

this boy a twin and his lil bro is undercover (under 18)

(woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

i can never be a facade relative

(woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

up to the sky with my mom, brothers died for the taliban

(woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

they let it hit from the side, they were all cudders

(woo, woo, f-ck it, yeah, yeah)

[verse 8: nikan]

oh, okay, f-ck him good, make him try voodoo

okay, my plug put me on, i call him lou lou bussy bussy

hood fella, pay it in full, i’m not a black jew

what’s population? i come from the middle east, we pray for a brick

what’s poppin’, lady? b-tches love my middle east accent (woo, woo)

pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (woo, woo)

i hang with some slimes, pullin’ kick doors (woo, woo)

outchea, outchea, quit your reachin’

gucci socky on my feet

i put my cum in it

sloppy toppy, keep it neat

one, two, three, i got freaks

ooh, four boys on fleek

ooh, bad and saditty

ooh, ass and their titties

ooh, that ting litty

and my spanish ting, he bad like j. lo (ooh, ooh)

i crushed up an x pill in his assh0l- (ooh, ooh)

fifty-round clip, got my draco (ooh, ooh)

i should, i should teach s-x ed classes (ooh, ooh)

i stay on my grind, watching thug hunter vids every 30 mins

margiela ten toes (ooh, ooh)

money on my mind, i’m a nympho (ooh, ooh)

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