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krashhhmania - soufside dre lyrics

[intro]
yeah, krashhh
krashhhworld
i’m in album mode
(that’s my baby dre)

[chorus]
yeah we outside, in all black
marni dripper, i got cash
yeah, we gon’ ride, with big ass macs
f*ck that blitz, i got my strap
n*ggas slow, got overlapped
break that bit’ down like that bit’ was a pack
don’t play with hoes, i don’t go tic for tac
hit ’em and go like i’m up for the bat
designer on feet, and it don’t got a scratch

[verse]
d*mn she got injury, i blew out her back
i’ma rockstar with heat in the field, i get back
not a db and sh*t but a n*gga get back
banging gb and sh*t put that sh*t on the map
too much energy, i put it in trap
if he say he gon’ do it, he better just step
b*tch i’m mr. soufside, you ain’t taking my rep
really got in her throat like a n*gga was strep
always knew i was right but these n*ggas went left
now his b*tch goin’ deep, now she losing her breath
and these n*ggas want deadz, but that sh*t be dead
i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas, they turn into feds
i’ma slide like mechanic, i’m totin’ my lead
i got money in pocket, well f*ck it, might spread
and like i had said, they really want deadz but that sh*t be dead (clayco cook it up)
they might as well count me in they life as dead
i gotta go harder, this sh*t for my fans
get bands the label and krashhh be the brand
gotta do this sh*t right i ain’t got other plan
turn up the mic just to show ’em i ain’t playing
give a f*ck what they say, i don’t do what they said
when i wake up in morning, i’m taking my meds
roll a 3.5 of cannabis, laughing, i’m dead
watch yo’ tone with the krashhh, you better lightly tread
i’m not lloyd but i can rock the b*tch to bed
give a f*ck what he said if it’s indirect
really started a wave so just give me cred’
but the hoes know so they give me head
krashhh declassified like his name was ned
yeah my life gettin’ super good so i need me a megan
i remember them days that i used to play tekken
[chorus]
yeah we outside, in all black
marni dripper, i got cash
yeah, we gon’ ride, with big ass macs
f*ck that blitz, i got my strap
n*ggas slow, got overlapped
break that bit’ down like that bit’ was a pack
don’t play with hoes, i don’t go tic for tac
hit ’em and go like i’m up for the bat
designer on feet, and it don’t got a scratch

[outro]
yeah, designer on feet and it don’t got a scratch
ohhhh (lets go, lets go)
it’s the krashhh b*tch (krashhh)
it’s a krashhhworld
ohhhhh, ohhhh
d*mn, finna light up a blunt i’m finna smoke me a*
d*mn, finna light up a blunt and go listen to d*mn
d*mn

- soufside dre lyrics

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