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nauti & duke deuce - crash dummy muzik lyrics
[verse 1: nauti]
i be like stupid
i got the shh, no cupid
evils talk sl!ck, get shh, i boost it
b_tches don’t stand for sh_t, straight useless
my n_gga , that’s crash dummies at its finest
they the reason why the popo might find us
see how they did the dealers who brought hood the figures
they lurking so stay on the blinds ’cause
even if they got that guap, can’t trust ’em
f_ck ’em, neck straight bussin’
whether they cop my sh_t or not, no slummin’
my great_great zoe ain’t slave for nothing
my mama a queen, turned nothing to somethin’
pressure makes diamonds, love in abundance
bare feet on this earth whilst counting them hunnids
ooh, b_tch, that’s right, i’m pimp on dmt
tryna get my limp on with my queen
whole fit starched and the b_tch steamed
shawty, this is life, not a f_cking dream
you ain’t got sh_t, you ain’t got cream
2022 or 1683
ain’t sh_t changed
i don’t need a degree to know this a game and ain’t sh_t free
motherf_ckers, it’s simple
i take wires, eftpos and notes that’s crinkled
seasonally stack that sh_t like pringles
this ain’t no tiktok jingle
hood_certified baby, this a hit single
trap ain’t dry and your ting wan’ mingle
thot as friend on side like me too
jump in line, i see you
when you kick game, every play be see_through
[verse 2: duke deuce]
yeah, man, it’s the motherf_cking crunk star in this b_tch, man
from memphis to new zealand, man, we stampin’ sh_t
y’all know what the f_ck goin’ on, b_tch
where ’bout know where i come from, boy, yeah
makin’ easy money, pimp him, lock him in the trunk
shake him up, hit a speed bump, boom (boom)
crack it up, n_gga, let the g sh_t thump
my hood (ayy), i’m the man (ayy)
throw it up (ayy), gangland (ayy)
catch a body (ayy), h_ll yeah (ayy)
when it come to tellin’, that’s some sh_t we don’t understand
rubies on me, didn’t make it to stutter
green peas, talking bread and b_tter
twin glocks, finger f_ck on the ‘gella
pele, pele, i’m on two_tone leather
everything heavy meta
gun smoke, sh_t is light as a feather
flow so sick like i’m under the weather
trm truck matching in the pedal
bullets in his ass, make him think fast
two on the dash, chasing white mash
schooling n_ggas like a hall pass
we ain’t p_ssy, n_gga, we ain’t fearing no man
[verse 3: nauti]
life’s your b_tch if your product gon’ crank
f_ck all the chit_chat, do you got bank?
got food for my brother, that’s lank?
set up shop, young buck, shabba ranks
call the shots in my cortez tank
f_ck babylon, b_tch, i put my faith in ankh
is you pure? let me see if that raw be stamped
f_ck the help, yeah, b_tch, i got me to thank
top shotta, babylon don dada
adi’ three stripes, i don’t rock no prada
’cause i roll my dice, risk all for the dollar
from the yard to the block, all the fiends done holla
who that rude boy grinning with the off_white colour?
ain’t black nor white, militant bop blood move with honour
no f_cks given, hood hot like sauna
k!llers act cool for the drop then drummer
cat and mouse, twelve looking for the runners
been like that straight summer to summer
trust no b_tch, streets don’t do lovers
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