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body 4 body - cruddy marie lyrics

[intro: fatpocketz]
uh, aye marie
go, go
who the f*ck* who the f*ck is a threat?
who the f*ck is a threat?
i been getting busy

[verse 1: fatpocketz]
i don’t know why i’m hearing my name
everytime we lost one n*gga, i came
i don’t f*ck with too many, that’s something i change
it’s body*for*body, that’s part of the game
everytime i see one, i’ma hit him with blatt
i’ma aim for his chest, he gonna go to the net
they speaking on brodie, we put sh*t to rest
still standing on business, paint more, talk less
put the press on an opp, it’s a full*court press
put my name in a song, i’ma come where he at
they know how i’m coming, i been where they at
i been getting active, who the f*ck is a threat?
n*ggas caught lil’ choo, made him run off the steps
bruh got left on the curb, dizzy ’bout to be next
put my name in a song, bruh got me upset
last night was a good night, i can’t say the rest

[verse: cruddy marie]
diss me and my cousin, ain’t know we was vets
we up on the score, dizzy know about that
i went up the worth by myself with that blatt
and that old head died, he got left by that step
it’s me, ys, and fp, we got hats
they dissing the dead, they ain’t get back for bat
he got hit in his head, i know that boy checked
and i’m bending the y, they ain’t get back for step
same day brodie died, we was bending that week
he got hit with 2 dracs, knocked his ass off his feet
chase him down at his house ’cause we really some creeps
he caught a head tap, now i’m smoking on feet
for the sh*t that he said, i’ma shoot out his t**th
don’t play with this sh*t ’cause i’m really the reap
caught ’em right at the gas station, them n*ggas sweet
hitting two g30’s with 30 a piece
[verse 2: fatpocketz]
two 30’s, that’s 30 a piece
[?]
what i got going on, keep that sh*t in the streets
they dissing in songs, but fast on they feet
i was fresh out the cell when i heard about feet
i was slapping the opps when [?]
i don’t argue with n*ggas, they know about me
got me thugging with marie, in the car with no key
he diss in them songs, but they know what i know
they speaking on brodie, we stepping fo sho
i walk around heavy, it’s shots in this coat
put my name in a song and then i get his lo’
i don’t do much talking when drac hit his folks
i’d get out this car and just do what i know
i’m back in the mix, better talk to your hoe
and i went on that hill, they was screaming for help

- cruddy marie lyrics

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