Lyrics Crud Addict - Datkid, Leaf Dog

Crud Addict

«Rap game heavy hitters»
«Last place you wanna bring the drama at»
«Remember I showed you I graze heads»
«29 and 30 emcees, I do 'em dirty»
«Rap game heavy hitters»
«Last place you wanna bring the drama at»
«Remember I showed you I graze heads»
«Get my head right to smash your moms»
Yo, this is that black leather gloves with the Marigold’s underneath shit
My patience ain’t as long as my penis
Stay out for everything like I need it
Take candy from your baby;
tell you that «I'm teethin'»
'Do the crime, do the time'
Fuck that, I’m breezin'
Babylon;
dead
Bally, make sure they seen it
Lifestyle;
hotcakes
Demeanor;
freezing
Slap you in your mouth
Then again just for bleedin'
I’m calm nowadays;
I ain’t never been tame
I would call half you rappers out
But I can’t remember your names
You got your tongue in my arse
I got my head in the game
I might as well do it
Either way, I’m gettin' the blame
Yo, contraband wedged in my arse crack
One hand in your pocket
The other unclippin' your chick’s bra strap
I’ll bounce your head off the tarmac
And leave you roadside, without your shit, like you just got carjacked
I’m so loose, you can’t tie me down
You know where to find me
Fuck if I might be found
They let me out of jail
Bates is like «Why's he out?»
I’m still out here cruddin' out
How’d you like me now?
That’s real life;
you wouldn’t know
You ain’t the real type
I snatch handbags, snatch mics and steal bikes
Can’t nothin' match what jackin' you feels like
I do it out of greed, just cause it feels nice
You’re oblivious;
I’m sizin' you up like garms
Yeah, I’ll take your bitch walkies, better watch my charm
Can’t seem to keep my hands to myself
Or my thoughts in my head
That’s how you bitches get talked into bed
Man your breath smells like my fingers
I wonder why?
Yeah, I wonder why?
Bet she kissed you after;
I bring the drama
I was the guy, yeah I was the guy
I’ve earned my status, check my background
Bris knows me
I’ll take your door off for your shit like it’s po-lice
1−3-1−2 G, Fuck the long arm
When they lift me it’s all tight lips;
no speech
I’m on my money game, I bust knuckles in bloody states
That «don't fuck with me»;
cruddy fame
I turn up at the spot, they like «Oh, what a bloody shame»
But you say it quietly, like my fuckin' name
«Rap game heavy hitters»
«Last place you wanna bring the drama at»
«Remember I showed you I graze heads»
«29 and 30 emcees, I do 'em dirty»
«Rap game heavy hitters»
«Last place you wanna bring the drama at»
«Remember I showed you I graze heads»
«Get my head right to smash your moms»