Lyrics:
sacky,
Exactly why I can’t wear khakis.
Grew up “Crunk” to Lil’ Jon,
“Crank It” Lil’ Scrappy
Now rappin’ trigger-happy,
But my hair ain’t nappy,
Man bun in
Lil kids running up when they hear the beat knock
Crank it to the max whenever I pass cops
Heart skip a beat whenever the bass drop
My shit is quakin
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
bout they opps
But don't got enemies at all
Crank his dome
Aint got no memories at all
They could talk they lil shit
But aint offending me at all
Fuck
momma always told me
Ima gone head and get it
Fuck up a check then flip it
Fuck on yo bitch cause she with it That’s right lil
N***a I’m hitting it That’s
scared lil' momma Toonz got you
Now this here funky,
Who was the man with the plan my boys up on that
Nae nae what we called it while
Y'all guys out here
de loop flip flop Santa's got a new toy
If you're up a little late on Christmas Eve this year
And you're waiting for that pudgy person to appear
that paper girl I get that paper girl
Straight no chaser girl Don't drink until you earl
Now you can crank it up You can wipe me down
You can let me cut
the screw heads crank it up feel this
Rest In Peace Pimp C from the heart of Texas
If you don’t know, we’ll you gon learn some truth today
Asshole by nature,
She keep reaching for pockets
I know I got bread, lil bitty bitch oh stop it
Time to turn up dirty dance we gon lock in
This the season finale, we
wrist Whipe, met de right bricks Flippe (Bricks)
Left wrist, whip it up (Whip it up)
Right wrist, flip it up (Flip it up)
Left wrist, whip it up (Whip it
even hit the block
Lil kids running up when they hear the beat knock
Crank it to the max whenever I pass cops
Hearts keep a beat whenever the bass
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma,
the car by the side, yeah
Boot up on X all night, yeah
Livin' however I like, yeah
I'm livin' this shit in my life, yeah
We makin' a movie like Spike,
Keep it a hunnid
No frontin'
I'm grinding hard
For lil London
I'm working hard
For the money
Gotta keep my eyes on somethin'
Just gotta up
the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)
Ran
before that shit could even crank
Cross me once & that's on me, cross me twice & ima fool
We could bring it to your momma we ain't playing by that rules
pull up I'm serving your auntie
No you can't be my lil mami
I'm dripping the water Dasani
TSA couldn't find me
She want me to be her big papi
I heard
tomorrow aint promised to nobody
Long live my boy Kipasa
Go
Im in the spot when it's slow
Im in the spot when it's pumpin
Crank that bitch up got it jumpin
I
Let’em Show It
Let’em Show It
No Shame Shame Shame
Let’em Know It
Let’em Know
Let’em Know
Hook —
Flip Flip
New Drip
Flip Flip
New Whips
Flip Flip
New
The old school, 2 door Monte Carlo
They was at least 3 deep with some ski mask
But that wasn't nothin new so we let it pass
I shoulda known by the way that
like a nigga drinking foldgers
I don't need no gang by myself
I will fold ya
I Pop a x
Then I crank that like I'm Soulja
Or I drop xans in the lean
(Aye), Lil Crank topper noen charts Aye)
Dette her føles så rart, føler jeg er midt i en car chase (Vroom vroom)
Ouu, føler jeg er midt i en car chase, car
it wholesale
Had to buy it in bulk
And I break shit down
Had to flip it by the ounce
I was sleeping on niggas couch
Had to find my way out
I'll
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