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crash bandicoot - tunde mcr lyrics

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[chorus x 2: tunde]
we move random, dumb trappers plan their routes
h*lla extended whistles no band of flutes
catch me breaking down a box crash bandicoot
the hitters love me i don’t need gang to shoot

[verse 1: tunde]
the hitters love me i don’t need gang to shoot
little baby with a whistle put the 9 on mute
you know you’re finished if my jack boys slam the boot
your mum and dad will get wrapped better hand the loot
and tell his bad b*tch come your main mans a fruit
slim belly big back man she’s kinda cute
tryna be my main tell her i ain’t that type of yout’
i said i’m married to the game no ties and suite
fell in love with the hustle can’t dump the packs
free all the dogs on the landin’ they love my tracks
this is manchester city bare pumps and macs
we l!ck raise and shot food for a lump of stacks
i think they’re scared of the hustle man these guys are shaking
we take l’s on the chin like a tyson hook
been through so much sh*t that i could write a book masked up with a stick all*mighty duck

[chorus x 2: tunde]
we move random, dumb trappers plan their routes
h*lla extended whistles no band of flutes
catch me breaking down a box crash bandicoot
the hitters love me i don’t need gang to shoot

[verse 2: tunde]
you ever put in so much work your jobs count the cash
i came up off that raw not an ounce of bash
try to violate the movement and things will crash
me and kiwi devil brothers like lingz and rash
i could have f*cked the plugs main and it weren’t a test
he gives me white ash pounds and it burns the best
have you high up in the sky like a birded nest
we’re in 2020 and your still burning cess
supercharged hemi jeeps were in monster trucks
18k’s on the wrist that’s a mobsters look
making plays on the phone while my lobster cooks
made it happen off them nittys with the costa cups
really came up from the bottom like who would of knew
had pateks and tennis chains when no one dint have a clue
running racks through the roof afgan b off a jew
a few apartments in the city with a beautiful view

[chorus x2: tunde]
we move random, dumb trappers plan their routes
h*lla extended whistles no band of flutes
catch me breaking down a box crash bandicoot
the hitters love me i don’t need gang to shoot

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