nü! - crtl lyrics
[intro]
ay to, this sh*t loud
[verse 1: runtz]
i’m tired of all these guys that chat ’bout racks, you ain’t seen no money (just stop that)
i’ll be real just live what you rap, i’m in love with the stack don’t care about honeys
back then it was do you bro, all now i got certain man actin’ funny (jokeman)
they be hittin’ my line like i ain’t been fly since i shot straight outta my mumzy (trust me)
but f*ck that, i’m tryna get big yards outta the country (f*ck that)
yeah i hit some targets but i still aim down sights like i’m holdin’ a pumpy
round there it’s just runts or crack like you man stuck in the flat all skunky (stink)
woulda thought man chefs up porridge the way mans pockets comin’ all lumpy (i got motion)
[chorus: runtz]
i just billed up four five zips, bro bruck down like four five bricks
ain’t seen much t, when it comes to the rap i’m the baddеst of all my clique
don’t play with a man i beg cah me i might lеt one off on your lip
that’s c*r*t*l, f*ck all the details, mic we the coldest kids
[verse 2: lk]
creased my creps i’m p*ssed (p*ssed)
tired of this concrete jungle fam, i might move out in the sticks
bad one and she all on my* (jheeze)
poppin bottles in the vip
lk man i love me the e but low all the f*ckery, might move to country cop a new yard for my mumzy
cop a new yard for the rents
cah more time man in ends be, movin’ two face like dent
screwface when i see them
gyally i pree them when i’m in cench
ay, got that skinny boy swagger
still carryin’ weight like i’m hench
i be carryin’ weight like i’m dench
[chorus: runtz]
i just billed up four five zips, bro bruck down like four five bricks
ain’t seen much t, when it comes to the rap i’m the baddest of all my clique
don’t play with a man i beg cah me i might let one off on your lip
that’s c*r*t*l, f*ck all the details, mic we the coldest kids
mic we the coldest kids
[outro]
hey, i heard you guys on soundcloud and you sounded so good
please drop more music
it’s c way baby, c way baby
ay to, this sh*t loud
i just billed up four five zips
i might move out in the sticks, sticks, sticks, sticks
i’m the baddest of all my clique, clique, clique, clique
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