Lyrics:
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe
I need a bitch from Aruba
She say my dick like a ruler
She lemme fuck her medula
Then I pass that hoe to Euro
body
(Shake it up all night)
Careful with that thing before you hurt somebody
(Tell me what you like)
Let 'em know
Let's dance, let's shout
she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
Yeah it's just me
on nigga keep it G
She got it from her momma
Oh yes she's a nasty freak
Plus she like 'em you like Boomerang's Lasy Eloise
And ya girl swallows till her
Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe
Well, I got me a stool, took a load off my shoes,
Made Mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse
I says, "How'd ya like to go for
Don't speak 'bout no numbers I let the bank tell 'em
Alexander McQueen, a pair of Magalis (Saucey)
An Aventador in white, look like a marshmallow
Yeah, we balling baby
(As we proceed to give you what we need) that's right
Oh you don't know, we gonna tell you how it is
[Chorus]
When you
, "boy you disrespectful
Come and take me home"
Like fuck that hatred, I won’t chase you
So I leave you 'lone
I had a dream that my day
One niggas split my
We caught 'em creepin', spanked the boy
Can't control fast car (skrt), lookin' like I ran off
Cut the talkin', air it out (brr)
Back on his beanie
There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
like she never fucked with you
And she told me that you a fuck nigga
When you popping like we popping, my nigga
Ain't no laying low
Mixing that Givenchy
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's
wishing she was here she know she missing out(bitch)
Them boys don't want no smoke all that talk bout I oughta(I oughta)
If I hit em wit this fye gone need
Toothpaste, mop 'em up, ugh, Blueface
Team f'yooch, we tied like a shoelace
When I got that tec in my hand, boy, I'm vicious
Tinted the windows, we out
small change
You bitch made, I'm old school, like gem stars and switchblades
I spit game, I get paid, I pimp game my friend
I be that pretty
em up, Get em up, Get em up like
A bay bay thats what we say when we pull up in them trucks
Tell my label to cut the check I'ma gone spend it up
feds come and get me
I got loads and they come in by da plenty
Pick ups at da trap
Like Any Minnie many Moe
Mama use to tell me
My mama use to tell me
wildin' out at parties
That shit is hard to come by
I like the way that ya grind
I don't like girls who like me
Don't want em wildin' out at parties
That
up nigga
(Juliano on the beat)
Tell em whack boys lock up (lock up)
Tell em whack girls lock up (lock up)
And if you ain't talking bout more money
You
topped that hill ten miles back
Otta tell'em how he missed a gear
and that Volkswagon bus full of hippies passed us like I was sittin' up on jacks
anyway)
The would be delighted to tell you how suave they where
At the drop of a hat
There was three of 'em:
One of them thought she was a beauty queen...
woman, tell 'em sure done this
They got me laughin' an' jokin', crystal blastin' an' smokin'
Mashin', askin' for action while they gaggin' an' chokin'
(Crank That) ft. Kid LarX & Solowar247 (Prod By. Kid LarX)
(Kid LarX Verse): This ain't no Soulja boy but we ain't cranking that bitch looking Megan
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