Crueger Season* lyrics
by Che
[Chorus]
Crueger season, Crueger season, Crueger season (Woo, woo, woo)
Crueger season, Crueger season, Crueger season (Yeah)
What? All of these hoes so boujee, t-yeah, I ran down his with a piece
What? I only just turned seventeen, go, broke boy can't pay his lease
[?]my di*k on they knees, suckin' my di*k down to her knees
We catch a kill, not needed, ayy, that n*gga a b*tch, e-e (Ayy)
I roll up that gas, I'm geeked, ayy, start smokin' kush, I'm dreamin', ayy
Pour up the Wock' in the deucе-ah, ayy, my big-ass Drac' like Medusa, ayy
che, uh, might sеduce ya, ayy, I f*ck you right in the coupe
I feel like riskin' the truth, you got the shots out the juice
I like this b*tch, she my boo, I only wear fifties with blues
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