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Crypt (Rap)

"Butta"

[Intro: Scru Face Jean]
Yeah, hear me out

[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
For my brothers, rep like no other
No man suffers, just ‘cause I love ya
In my groove, my dude I ain’t stutter
Boy we cool, we smooth so I utter
That’s butta, that-that-that’s butta
That’s butta, that-that-that’s butta
That’s butta baby, that’s butta
That’s butta baby, that’s butta
For my brothers, rep like no other
No man suffers, just ‘cause I love ya
In my groove, my dude I ain’t stutter
Boy we cool, we smooth so I utter

[Verse 1: Scru Face Jean]
That’s, butta parkay on a hard day
A moonwalk on a smooth surface of Pompei
A cool blunt like two cups of the Bombay
And ya know ya boy slick
And got soul sisters in lingerie
Be honest babe
They say that Fizza’s too hard to tame
But stop lyin’ lion
It’s like a lion’s with larger manes
We’re not the same baby
You f*cking with awkward lames
Talkin’ ‘bout the Rockets
I just took you to the Rockets game
We all play the hardest
Meanwhile we’re watching
Chris Paul play with Harden
They talkin’ ‘bout as often
As we would be at the gardens
She postin’ on all her stories like
“Oh my God, it’s awesome
These n*ggas be really ballin’”
But her ex dude stalkin’
And plottin’ like he gone pop us
Tell him girls just wanna have fun
And she Cyndi Lauper
When they takin’ shots to stop us
I’ll pop her sister and momma
And I love it when they call me Big Poppa

[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
For my brothers, rep like no other
No man suffers, just ‘cause I love ya
In my groove, my dude I ain’t stutter
Boy we cool, we smooth so I utter
That’s butta, that-that-that’s butta
That’s butta, that-that-that’s butta
That’s butta baby, that’s butta
That’s butta baby, that’s butta
For my brothers, rep like no other
No man suffers, just ‘cause I love ya
In my groove, my dude I ain’t stutter
Boy we cool, we smooth so I utter

[Verse 2: Crypt]
That's butter
Flow so hot like it's summer
Because I'm on the come up
Up from the under
Scru done asked me to get wavey on it
So my cadence may be heavenly
Like I'm sayin' grace at the table
And got some angels on it
Back up better be careful
I don't mess around with bread
Try to take some of mine
I'll slice you and you use you as spread
Because you "Butta"
He nicest I ever met, but a fake
Yeah you "Butta"
Got some thick skin, but a snake
Motherucka
Proving why I only trust my brothers
And blood don't mean nothing
Brothers mean you run with each other
Through love and through struggle
Through thick and thin
Through ruts and through hustles
Through f*cks and through tussles
Through b*tches fits and hundreds of scuffles
You always have each other’s back
Never turning on it
Each other’s bread and butter
Together keep churning on it
‘Cause you know that
Cream always rises to the top
And one day we gon' make it, but ‘till then
We keep on working and never stop

[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
For my brothers, rep like no other
No man suffers, just ‘cause I love ya
In my groove, my dude I ain’t stutter
Boy we cool, we smooth so I utter
That’s butta, that-that-that’s butta
That’s butta, that-that-that’s butta
That’s butta baby, that’s butta
That’s butta baby, that’s butta
For my brothers, rep like no other
No man suffers, just ‘cause I love ya
In my groove, my dude I ain’t stutter
Boy we cool, we smooth so I utter

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