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im digging his grave - cruddy marie lyrics

[hook]
i been blowing that pistol, i can’t leave a witness
been chasing sh*t down, gotta work on my fitness
we lighting sh*t up, sh*t look like christmas
these n*ggas be broke as sh*t, f*ck it’s a sickness?
you n*ggas be wrong going sad for these b*tches
we started this sh*t, hit their block with all switches
i’m waving this drac’, digging n*ggas their ditches
leave a hole in his head, give that n*gga some stitches

[verse]
that sh*t ain’t gonna save him, i’m digging his grave
got hit in his head, he ain’t run, guess he brave
i really pin sh*t, stop saying my name
what happened to ahk, we can do you the same
got caught at that station, put one in his brain
won’t bring up that sh*t, but we could’ve pinned kane
really been in that b*tch, they ain’t stopping the rain
like i told him before, b*tch we causing a pain
i’d hop in that car, bend that b*tch when i’m bored
we been scoring so much that we breaking the board
you can play if you want, send your ass to the lord
i ain’t picky with cars, i’d spin out a ford
if feds jump behind me, i’ma throw it in sport
and if i ever get bagged, i’ma spank it in court
i’ma hop out with mic’ ’cause that morherf*cker really torch
they don’t play with this sh*t ’cause we running the north
been running the north, just go ask the opps, all their rips getting torched
just go ask that n*gga, got tapped by that blatt, almost died on his porch
if your men ain’t trying slide, you’d just gotta keep it in mind it’s some sh*t you can’t force
catch one of them n*ggas, might crash on them n*ggas, i don’t show no remorse
we ain’t ducking no bump, this sh*t for whoever wanna step in this dangerous ass war
get caught in that jam, your ass better not tip, tell them boys, “eat a d*ck” and don’t say what you say
i go crazy with drizzy, i’m bumping this b*tch, i don’t stop, i start feeling my finger get sore
most wanted, too militant gang, we be up on that score so much sh*t feels like a sport
[hook]
i been blowing that pistol, i can’t leave a witness
been chasing sh*t down, gotta work on my fitness
we lighting sh*t up, sh*t look like christmas
these n*ggas be broke as sh*t, f*ck it’s a sickness?
you n*ggas be wrong going sad for these b*tches
we started this sh*t, hit their block with all switches
i’m waving this drac’, digging n*ggas their ditches
leave a hole in his head, give that n*gga some stitches

- cruddy marie lyrics

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