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throw away (right format) - crvshfuoco lyrics

throw away* crvshfuoco

(verse: crvshfuoco)
i’m a hot n*gga (hot) but i’m iced out (ice)
up in traffic (ugh) with them pipes out (br, br)
n*gga pipe down, (uh) blow ya lights out (uh)
we tote big poles (uh) we don’t fight now ( boom, boom!)

9/11 sh*t (uh) we too fly now
got a future i can’t die now (i can’t die, b*tch)
smokin’ big dope i’m too high now
vision f*cked up i can’t drive now (skrrrrt)

rick and morty b*tch how this glock look like a portal gun
couldn’t get that kush from in my state so i imported some
d*d*diamonds on me white look like a brick but i ain’t snortin’ none (b*tches)
b*tches in my mansion like hugh hefner i got more than one

we gon bend it we gon blimp sh*t
when i shot he wasn’t ready like a candid
you a tough guy, on that gram sh*t, now you payin’ for some sh*t that ya man did (p*ssy!)

block n*gga
i send shots n*gga
body drop n*gga
stop saying that you gang p*ssy you are not n*gga
opp n*gga bet this glock trigga fold a opp n*gga
skrap got a body count cuz he bouta drop n*ggas
beast mode i am beast mode on the east coast
talk sh*t let ya words out you gon eat those
dumb opp give em 2 shots like some free*throws
at the club throwin’ 20’s out we don’t need those

(verse: skrap)
nikes on my feet, got the fit lookin’ elite (what)
rubbin’ on her kitty and her legs are feelin’ weak
put my d*ck in throat it be hard for her to speak
don’t be takin’ pictures cuz i’m trynna stay lowkey (shhh)
i’ve been geekin’ hard i’ve been up for like a week
lsd and me it got me feelin’ super free i just hit the mall and i blew a band or three (brrr)
get away from me no i don’t wanna speak (nah)

n*ggas bring up my line cuz they know i got that tree
got a b*tch with me and she suck it on her knees
i can’t f*ck with n*ggas they be actin like some fiends, hit you in the dead of night wake you from ya dreams (boom!)
i remember late nights runnin’ from police, cuz i hit a few l!cks trynna count some cream
weigh it up bag it up gotta serve the fiends
gotta get that bag by any f*ckin’ means (f*cking means)

- crvshfuoco lyrics

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