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letra de crawfish - yung hood

[intro]
uh
yeah (ziggymadeit)

[chorus]
this that block sh-t, out the pot sh-t, i sell cross, b-tch
diamonds hittin’ hard, make her suck me like some crawfish
he want raw fish, he want that doggy, we gettin’ off sh-t (gettin’ off sh-t)
a dirty dog, i’m walkin’ ’round this b-tch with pounds of dog sh-t
they leave intoxicated, all my hoes say that i’m toxic (toxic)
get shot off in your face for all that motherf-ckin’ flodgin’
movin’ weight like i’m fastin’, really havin’, don’t broadcast it
i’m in the streets, i know what’s happenin’, this ain’t for me, this for the family

[verse 1]
i’m outside like i’m stranded, i need them bands ’cause i’m a bandit
i’m chargin’ two for the ‘zas, i want four for the candy
an eight of purp’, a four of tuss got me feelin’ like i’m randy
i popped a perc’, i’m feelin’ managed, i gеt that p-ssy, then i vanish
i did this sh-t the harder way likе peely, out the dirt, didn’t have a penny
barely had a pot to p-ss in, pushin’ d, gotta have a pistol
that fake sh-t over with, swear them n-ggas ass finished
see, this is how i came in, they ain’t have to make a image
lil’ dirty boy from off the corner, catch me hustlin’ at the store
now i’m rollin’ three dope, hide ’em in the condo
g with the chip, this all mine, n-gga, not yours
car come with the slip, i ain’t payin’ on no car note
thousand ‘bows, that’s a cargo, ridin’ strapped with a car load
can’t go broke, my plug amigo, one call from gettin’ a truck load
makin’ plays, didn’t have to huddle, i worked too hard, i had to bubble
get toast for bread, go grab the b-tter, i really trap, got ‘bows and other
[chorus]
this that block sh-t, out the pot sh-t, i sell cross, b-tch
diamonds hittin’ hard, make her suck me like some crawfish
he want raw fish, he want that doggy, we gettin’ off sh-t (gettin’ off sh-t)
a dirty dog, i’m walkin’ ’round this b-tch with pounds of dog sh-t
they leave intoxicated, all my hoes say that i’m toxic (toxic)
get shot off in your face for all that motherf-ckin’ flodgin’
movin’ weight like i’m fastin’, really havin’, don’t broadcast it
i’m in the streets, i know what’s happenin’, this ain’t for me, this for the family

[verse 2]
i’m ridin’ strapped, my seatbelt ain’t fastened, you want power? need them jackets
they treat you bad when you doin’ bad, they’ll f-ck you good for a bag
break a b-tch before i trick, spend it with the plug before a b-tch
all these hoes tryna penny pinch, fifty-piece chicken, that dog sh-t
b-tch, this ain’t my stash, it’s just some sh-t that i came out with
paid 3k for this ‘fit, b-tch, and i can’t even pr-nounce it
i’m a real trap baby, i was ten scorin’ ounces
all my mama boyfriends was drug dealers, i came up around it
i seen a n-gga pop his partner, came up too fast, he tried to rob him
this gen 5 my problem solver, you know what they do for that mighty dollar?
before it’s sixteen on the track, i was road runnin’
i need three days with a hundred, long as i get a good number

- yung hood

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