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Crud Lyrics - Artist : Angel
Running up and down out on everythin'
I be chilling in the trap with my nigga, hella weed and a hella drink And I ain't gotta tell you what I'm doing, what I'm doing is irrelevant Plus you know I'm shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence And you know I've got the glove on in the crud, I ain't leaving no evidence And I bet you never know, I'm doing road when I pulled looking innocent If you touch me I can have you on your toes like a maniac, maniac You already know it's the top that we aiming at, aiming at Rolling up the trees like it's medicine All my niggas up and down in the block, they be feeding the residents I just left my nigga Swizz couple beats, with a spliff that was elegant And every time I see the 5-O, I kinda freeze and get hesitant Ohh, ohh, ohh Back a front line, that's the regular Tryna get a dollar, get a pound 'Cause we ain't getting nothing when them gates close 'Memba how I used to run around, I can get you head up on my say so (Woah) I just wanna buy my mum a house I know that it's gon' be worth the wait, though Why they hell you think I run around 'Cause I been tryna stack up on my weight Running up and down out on everythin' I be chilling in the trap with my nigga, hella weed and a hella drink And I ain't gotta tell you what I'm doing, what I'm doing is irrelevant Plus you know I'm shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence And you know I've got the glove on in the crud, I ain't leaving no evidence And I bet you never know, I'm doing road when I pull looking innocent If you touch me I can have you on your toes like a maniac, maniac You already know it's the top talk that we aiming at, aiming at You know I put my girl on a pedestal If you ever come to mine, you gon' run into my nine, man I'm telling you Better miss me with that shit Man I'm all about my bitch, she ain't into you 'Cause she know she similar to me, she ain't down with no interviews Ohh, ohh, ohh Check the phone ringing that's the cellular Tryna' get a dollar, get a pound 'Cause we ain't getting nothing when them gates close 'Memba how I used to run around, I can get you head up on my say so (Woah) I just wanna buy my mum a house I know that it's gon' be worth the wait, though Why they hell you think I run around 'Cause I been tryna stack up on my weight Running up and down out on everythin' I be chilling in the trap with my nigga, hella weed and a hella drink And I ain't gotta tell you what I'm doing, what I'm doing is irrelevant Plus you know I'm shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence And you know I've got the glove on in the crud, I ain't leaving no evidence And I bet you never know, I'm doing road when I pull looking innocent If you touch me I can have you on your toes like a maniac, maniac You already know, it's the top that we aiming at, aiming at |
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