UwU Thugs – SUP CRODIE

UwU Thugs – SUP CRODIE Lyrics

Artist: UwU Thugs
Song: SUP CRODIE

Heavenly tape, i put that on (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, life’s great (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, c#m skate (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, crime pay (yeah, yeah)

Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (nikan my dick too hard, yeah, yeah)
Twenty boys, they got their nails matte black (yeah, yeah)
Surfin’ at a local chuck e cheese (yeah, yeah)
Two pink toes i asked my mama to paint them (poof, poof, yeah, yeah)

Chlamydia is what i piss
Flip it to the boy like a dish
Accept your are gay before i quit
He slept at the house, i bought him some maccies

What’s up, crodie? got cake, crodie (yeah, yeah)
Got c#m cake, crodie, got bread, crodie (woo)
Got dildos, crodie (woo, ooh), no b#tches, crodie (woo, mate)
Give no f#cks, crodie (woo, geeked, mate), i’m cute, crodie (woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)

It’s up, crodie, i f#ck boys, crodie (yeah, yeah)
I c#m, crodie, he came, crodie (woo, yeah, yeah)
Got nerf guns, crodie, (woo) no girls, crodie
Let’s f#ck, crodie (woo)

f#cked my classmate (woo), f#ck, sh#t, let’s splash in his c#m, crodie (woo)
Or suck that sh#t, let’s splash, hey
Smokin’ on dicks, we don’t f#ck around with y’all
Wanna try this sh#t, let me know

We prepare first and then columbine
Trenchcoat, under a fellas’s sleeve
Storke his dick, storke his dick (p#ss# #ss fella)
Stroke his dick, (slatt) storke his dick (wipe your dick)

Storke his dick, (storke his dick, slatt) storke his dick (slatt, wipe his dick)
Stroke his dick, (storke his dick), storke his dick (yeah, yeah)
Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and i doubled it up (yeah, yeah)
Jump in the bentley, i jump behind his back and i f#ck the back (woo, yeah, yeah)

Chuggin’ it down he joggling my dick up, i’m smokin’ a pound, i’m f#ckin’ around (yeah, yeah)
Smokin’ on loud, smoking on his dick, we don’t f#ck around with y’all
What’s up, crodie? (woo) got the blicky and it makes me dizy so i keep a stizzy (woo)
Got the cash, i bake his like a cake, (woo) ayy, what’s brackin’, crodie? (woo)

I just sniper his dick, crodie, (woo) chain on hydrate, crodie (woo)
Get no sleep, crodie, (woo) i’m geeked, crodie, pushin’ weight, outta shape (yeah, yeah)
Red wings, red bottoms, i’m a f#ckin’ devil and his demons(yeah, yeah)
We sitting in my room planning our our next plan (yeah, yeah)

Twenty tennis chains on i f#cked him at the game
Not no ric flair medal (woo, yeah, yeah)
I don’t gotta run it back his #ss be on rewind, you heard what nikan tell ’em (yeah, yeah)
Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like fruity pebbles

I wanna f#ck that tiger on the creal box
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b#tch wanna hit him a lick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b#tch wanna suck on the dick, yeah

b#tch wanna get him a brick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
b#tch wanna f#ck on a femoboy (yeah)
b#tch wanna f#ck on the clique (yeah, yeah)
Euros on euros, i’m gettin’ it i hate brits (uh)

Step on the floor, now i’m lit (woo)
Stroke his duck, stroke his dick (woo)
Kick a door, keep the ruger
I kick him in the #ss like im his father (woo)

Put the pole in his ho, bend him over (woo, woo, woo)
Then you buy that b#tch a brand new range rover (woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m so high, all i can say is “cum, dick, cum”
I can’t talk, i barely could say, “dick, c#m, dick”

Count a d and count another one, ooh, ooh (ooh)
f#ck that sh#t, i enter the lotto, woo, woo i bought me a d#ldo (f#ck it, yeah, yeah)
Count a half and another
This boy a twin and his lil bro is undercover (under 18)

I can never be a facade relative
Up to the sky with my mom, brothers died for the taliban
They let it hit from the side, they were all cudders
Oh, okay, f#ck him good, make him try voodoo

Okay, my plug put me on, i call him lou lou bussy bussy
Hood fella, pay it in full, i’m not a black jew
What’s population? i come from the middle east, we pray for a brick
What’s poppin’, lady? b#tches love my middle east accent (woo, woo)

Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (woo, woo)
I hang with some slimes, pullin’ kick doors (woo, woo)
Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin’
Gucci socky on my feet

I put my c#m in it
Sloppy toppy, keep it neat
One, two, three, i got freaks
Ooh, four boys on fleek

Ooh, bad and saditty
Ooh, #ss and their t#tt#es
Ooh, that ting litty
And my spanish ting, he bad like j. lo (ooh, ooh)

I crushed up an x pill in his #ssh#l# (ooh, ooh)
Fifty-round clip, got my draco (ooh, ooh)
I should, i should teach sex ed classes (ooh, ooh)
I stay on my grind, watching thug hunter vids every 30 mins

Margiela ten toes (ooh, ooh)
Money on my mind, i’m a nympho (ooh, ooh)
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Release Year: 1994