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