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self destruction - cruk'dstr8 lyrics

[intro]
yeah f-ck em’
f-cking b-tch
f-ck u think i am?

[verse 1 – era]

okay, im low key
n-ggas stepping to me
talking to me like they know me
excuse me ma’
but i just can’t be bothered so i won’t be
f-cks with me wrong my n-ggas do you up like tony
real talk, b-tches phony
that sh-t they do below me
yeah im steady mobbin, get that cheese and macaroni
and that money got me going
my minds got one of its own and
that b-tch you cannot get
i push a b-tton and she’s open – d-mn
and that purp strong and im faded
my hair long and its braided
im with rae, papa, and brainy
we yell f-ck yall if you hate it
i know for a fact i’mma get mine
i like red velvet and red wine
i dont see yall but i see fine
and my gas is all that mean something
i want a penthouse suite room with a view
a black v8 with room for two
real lil’ rocks color ocean blue
and a real bad chick with a friend or two
i keep role models like jesse james, alcapone, plato
n-gga you ain’t sh-t, because i say so
and tell them n-ggas kiss my a-hole
(uh)

[hook era&rae]
[era]
im on the road to self destruction (uh)
yall can’t tell me nothing though
im on the road to self destruction i know
yeah i’mma do the f-ck i want
[rae]
if you ain’t got no money
you ain’t got no cash
you ain’t no real player
and you dont get no -ss
you ain’t got no car
and you ain’t got no job
to all my po’ pimpin’ n-ggas this right here for yall

[verse 2 rae]
i wanna see you bounce biggity-bounce b-tch
to the beat
been through with church but d-mn sure ain’t no heathen
please believe in
the word of rae
proceed to pray
and players gon’ proceed to play
and haters p-ss and rain on my parade up on its brightest day
but my gold chain blingin’
my diamond ring blingin’
the diamonds in my diamond ring singin
“boy she cold, she cold, she really get wit it,she cold”
do not pretend that this is info you have never been told (what)
crazy called and she is saying rae is f-cking loco
to you im rapping fast but in my mind this sh-t is slow-mo
i say real n-gga tell me how you figure about the clique
tell me how you feelin’ bout them other n-ggas tryna cuff your chick up
d-ck in her b-tt and she ride it like she bumpin in the bucket of a pick-up
say what say what, say what say what
how my sh-t bump?
from the back to the front
and i still ain’t done
ask me to bring it, well that sh-ts been brung
yeah, i ain’t got sh-t else to say, so i’mma call it a day
rae

[verse 3 rae|era]

ayo, im sitting tight in my whip tight
and my smoke strong like a campfire

and that b-ssline, my eight-o’s
and my head swole like quagmire

got money to the ceiling
n-ggas catching feelings

man its rae and i we k!ll it
and its still f-ck your opinions

got gas in my swisha, gas in my tank
talk that sh-t and still my breath dont stank

im highest rank, im from the frank
and truth be told your girl is sk-nk

levitate, levitate
got no wings still i levitate

man i swear ya fake,and i celebrate
cause im more stars than stars can rate

- crukdstr8 lyrics

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