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getting money - cruddy murda lyrics

[chorus: semi homie]
uh, i’m getting money can’t f*ck on no b*tch that ain’t getting no money that sh*t won’t look right
they ain’t touch a ten in a year
n*gga i need ten times twenty you talking [?]
i’ll call her at four in the morning she know the drill
she saving my name in her phone under her mother name
i f*cked her off perc’s she don’t know that i never came
can’t compare to them hoe*ass n*ggas we not the same
this b*tch crazy she look in my eyes when she eating
why the f*ck is you drawing i’m on live when we beefing?
her n*gga found out she was f*cking me and carried her
i’m in love with this g22, i married her
i be taking down sh*t no i don’t be [?]
but i’m really on sh*t i’ll take what you’re serving me
we was f*cking she hung up but told him she lost service
i told her stop calling me at five in the evening that’s too early

[verse: cruddy murda]
gah, i get you k!lled by tonight
that drizzy is hitting everything in sight
in the club with them bottles they gave me a sprite
fell back from the spinning i’m strictly on drops, uh
play with this sh*t and get popped
more than five got k!lled why you think we on top?
if i was dora i would’ve k!lled that fox
gta sh*t my dog named chop
bro got caught on that camera so he had to cop
think it’s a game on my life i’ma smoke you
she tried to swallow my d*ck i said “b*tch i’ma choke you”
try to breach on the cruddy my yp provoke you
i ain’t f*cking no b*tch that’s local
i got a b*tch why the f*ck would i post you?
he playing with a ten what the f*ck is your motion?
if i ain’t had ten i’d have on that mask i wouldn’t be posting
he want to be me but he can’t
they want me to drop but i’m holding that crank
if you pour up some [?] i’ma d*mn near faint
why when i f*ck up my money it’s always on drank?
he said he a stepper i’m checking the database
i’m pouring an eight b*tch you know what i made today
they cl!ck with a new hood i got a new opp today
get all the brushes we bending new block today
[chorus: semi homie]
uh, i’m getting money can’t f*ck on no b*tch that ain’t getting no money that sh*t won’t look right
they ain’t touch a ten in a year
n*gga i need ten times twenty you talking [?]
i’ll call her at four in the morning she know the drill
she saving my name in her phone under her mother name
i f*cked her off perc’s she don’t know that i never came
can’t compare to them hoe*ass n*ggas we not the same
this b*tch crazy she look in my eyes when she eating
why the f*ck is you drawing i’m on live when we beefing?
her n*gga found out she was f*cking me and carried her
i’m in love with this g22, i married her
i be taking down sh*t no i don’t be [?]
but i’m really on sh*t i’ll take what you’re serving me
we was f*cking she hung up but told him she lost service
i told her stop calling me at five in the evening that’s too early

- cruddy murda lyrics

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