Lyrics:
But you already know I got it, you know what I'm sayin'
Lil' Mexico, what's poppin'?
The Wizrd, top shotta
I had to smash lil' shawty with my
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man
Junior daddy - shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm
Aftermath, "0" five, G-Unit, "0" six
Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip
Sittin' on the couch, smokin' up memories
Pourin' Jack Daniels,
just said just flip it
I turn around and all up out
And know I get it
Is you with it
You with it, I'm with it
Prometh', Prometh' you know I'mma sip
nephews
A bunch of lil' me's
Flip flop by Versace, hip-hop got me here
Music made me a millionaire, yeah
Multi for what's inside of here
Inside my heart,
crank it up and ride,
And it ain't enough room to fit the, other chicks inside.
I'm so hungry with the munchies I'ma eat everything, in sight.
Me
that dank (With that dank)
We zooted up (Yeah)
I just been making that crank (Crank, crank)
I'm goin up, the lil bitty bitch wanna fuck me (She wanna
that dank (With that dank)
We zooted up (Yeah)
I just been making that crank (Crank, crank)
I'm goin up, the lil bitty bitch wanna fuck me (She wanna
right)
It was a mess, all the taxes and accounts (what?)
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't by an ounce (hell yeah)
And now that we platinum,
hemisphere!
Skimbleshanks the Railway cat, the cat of the railway train
You might say that by and large it was me who was in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express
and come over
After that we go head to the rover
Back it up, clap it up, switch it up, change it up
Do that thing for me, Do that thing for me
Flip it
, crank)
Let's get it cranked
Snapchat, Instagram, that's all he be on
He strapped up for anything
He make sure he got about three on him
He playin' tough
of like mine
Ever since I was quite young a nigga been in divine
Had to scratch for every plaque, even rap ain't even all its cracked up to be
Niggas
crank it up and let her hair down
They'd hear her coming for miles around
And she blew into town with a runaway heart
Like a Santa Ana blowin' down
a rubber (ooh), lil' baby buss it
Baby better catch up, wake up baby, get up
Damn she got them cakes, boy, uh, see you later (wow)
Diamond pressure, flip
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
(Wake up, F1lthy)
Phew, phew, phew (woo), yeah (yeah)
I feel the crank comin' on, lil bitch, it's burnin' (ooh, woo)
My wifey say she love me, I
was a bad bitch
Hold up, my lil' bitch want some new chucks
Suck up, suck on that dick, baby
Suck it, suck it 'til you get the hiccups
Ha, look
apart, apart, apart, apart, apart
Finally they call my name
The ghost inside can wake us to life
Makin' my chair do flips
By givin' into this we'll be
'Cause I'm too slick for him to notice it was gone
But I fucked up and scraped his chrome
Now he's tryin' to take my dome
Hangin' out all in front of my
the things you realize
When that 20/20 hindsight vision opens up your eyes
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is
three
Hit 'em up, wet 'em up, get 'em up, give it up, that's how it goes
Pit's gon spit it up, flip it up, rip it up, but I'm a pro (Time out!, whoo)
CRANK THAT COUNTRY ON UP
PARTY LOUD
SPENDING THAT MONEY SPINNING HONEYS AROUND
SPILL A LITTLE WHISKEY ON YOUR ROOTS
HIT IT LIKE WILLIE AND SCUFF THEM
three
Hit 'em up, wet 'em up, get 'em up,
Give it up, that's how it goes
Pit's gon spit it up, flip it up, rip it up,
But I'm a pro (Time out!, who)
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