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thinking bout you (feat. spydaspruce) - cuddii376 lyrics

(thinking bout you from time to time)

(girl thats treezy 2 times)

(thinking bout you, all the time)

(cuddii376)
gang, all my n*ggas play with b*ttons like we engineers
they know if cuddii get that drop n*ggas droppin’ tears
just because we went to school together, we is not friends
n*gga played and got his mans popped n*gga stop playin’

every time a n*gga made a diss a n*gga dropped dead
left his ass chillin’ in the whip like a drive in
bullets switch n*ggas hittin’ the ground like a mophead
if a n*gga ever sent the lo i bet, he got spent
n*ggas cap he ain’t got no rank and never shot sh*t
never robbed sh*t these n*ggas dissin’ for the content
hitting a bad b*tch clutchin’ switch she on opp sh*t
before i hear a n*gga speak on me pat yo pockets

spyda gang dont come around you ain’t locked in
n*gga threw a punch and caught bullets ain’t no boxin’
like they was 74 catchin’ bodies with the foxes
n*ggas don’t be slidin’ just be actin’ h*lla hopkins
lame n*gga cut the rap b*tch that is not trim
n*ggas fake rich in real life they ain’t got sh*t
all the opps cliquin’ up so i copped switch
walked off with a n*gga gen up like this my sh*t, n*gga
couple n*ggas got popped they don’t wanna claim it
n*gga f*ck 5o and f*ck [?]
tae out here shakin’ ass and writin’ statements
fern daddy got hit up we left ass breakdancin’
chop did his ass wrong like a allegation
left his ass fully paralyzed n*gga need maintenance
n*gga threw a punch bro left his ass stargazin’
i’m love with that stick like a f*cking gamer

(spydaspruce)
n*ggas slid and hit they hand they ain’t made no noise bout it
my lil n*ggas totin’ switches i can’t lie im worried bout em
b*tch we hit up n*ggas cars, cribs and n*ggas bodies
opp b*tch want a name told her call me john gotti

i been inspectin’ the feds did the last drill sloppy
lil bro spot a l!ck off the choppa and talk choppy
this ain’t even no real glock switch we slide with the copies
hollow tips choppin’ bricks like them b*tches do karate

everytime a n*gga disrespect this sh*t we raise h*ll
bronem into robbing sh*t my n*ggas never made a sell
bad b*tch tryna f*ck on me i just got outta jail
police got my baby brother on a million dollar bail

when lil dd hit the pavement where the h*ll is lil dell
drench a n*gga in the county leave a smell in the cell
catch a n*gga at the gway and leave sh*lls at the sh*ll
bro the opps stopped scoring sh*t it just be fail after fail
i done got alot of death threats but im still living
she like when i hit her off the whip she said it feel different
up and give yo ass a countdown like im freddie benson
hit the striker suited up like bronny stison

these n*ggas b*tches they won’t pull outside the whip if i slipping
got the devil on shoulder he like “buy another whippet”
dd dead, lil top head missing, chance slipping
meet the b*tch in february she gon f*ck me til december n*gga

(girl thats treezy 2 times)

- cuddii376 lyrics

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