
what you do fuckcru (Ft. wokeups)
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[Chorus: cru]
Margiela shoes, and Prada too
She broke my heart, gave up on you
I'm torn apart, yeah, that's what you do
Yeah, I gave away my soul just to be with you
'Cause I'm your light, I shine down on you
Nothing else could matter when I'm not with you
All my dreams are shattered and it's 'cause of you
But it doesn't even matter, I wanna be with you
[Verse: wokeups]
Damn, this shit get wicked
I'm finna knock off the fitted, yeah
I spent my time
Niggas gon' do you so grimy
Niggas gone knock off yo' grind
I gotta stay focused on this shit
I gotta manage my time
I ain't gon be eighty doin' this
Look at my neck and it gliss
I know she suck good dick 'cause shе got a lisp
I was a kid with no dinner
Lookin' on top of the fridge and I see cookiе crisps
We push up with SMG's, death imminent
Heavenbound, yeah, she heaven sent
I get low, Jay Critch
And I'm just thinkin' 'bout you like, "No"
Oh
Don't you go
Man, I'm saying like, don't you know?
Margiela shoes, and Prada too
She broke my heart, gave up on you
I'm torn apart, yeah, that's what you do
Yeah, I gave away my soul just to be with you
'Cause I'm your light, I shine down on you
Nothing else could matter when I'm not with you
All my dreams are shattered and it's 'cause of you
But it doesn't even matter, I wanna be with you
[Verse: wokeups]
Damn, this shit get wicked
I'm finna knock off the fitted, yeah
I spent my time
Niggas gon' do you so grimy
Niggas gone knock off yo' grind
I gotta stay focused on this shit
I gotta manage my time
I ain't gon be eighty doin' this
Look at my neck and it gliss
I know she suck good dick 'cause shе got a lisp
I was a kid with no dinner
Lookin' on top of the fridge and I see cookiе crisps
We push up with SMG's, death imminent
Heavenbound, yeah, she heaven sent
I get low, Jay Critch
And I'm just thinkin' 'bout you like, "No"
Oh
Don't you go
Man, I'm saying like, don't you know?
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