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get crunk - crooked lettaz lyrics

(pimp c-talking)
hold up, sweet jones, 64 dollar cologne b-tch
smellin good, leather and wood, feelin on somethin
know what i’m talkin ’bout, check it out

(pimp c)
sweet jones, in a foreign car, shinin like a m-th-f-ckin superstar
i’m sippin the barre, grippin the grain
i got 17 karats in my piece a chain
i been a young pimp n-gga since i was a kid
mama would be ‘shamed of all the things i did
like cookin the stones and bustin caps out the ‘rome
i keep a chip in my phone and put key domes in ya home
i’m the trillest of the trill, you the fakest of the fake
p-ssy–ss n-ggas in the club tryna playa hate
while i’m standin here draped in diamonds
i ride with made n-ggas, some choppin on blade n-ggas
survive enemies, mississippi get paid n-ggas
they lay ya lup in ya lap, and let the pistol dome clap
and it ain’t all about this rap sh-t b-tch n-gga
handle the business with the m-th-f-ckin chrome trigga

(chorus-pimp c)
now if you heard what i said then get crunk, get crunk
now if you heard what i said then get crunk, get crunk
now get buck, now get buck
and pop ya p-ssy if you don’t give a f-ck
now if you heard what i said then get crunk, get crunk
now if you heard what i said then get crunk, get crunk
now get buck, now get buck
and pop ya p-ssy if you don’t give a f-ck

(crump)
sweet done -n-lyzed the game, now he taught me the sh-t
i get some golds in my mouth, platinum game i spit
pimp done told me ‘vel, these n-ggas ain’t nothin but hoes’
‘you make most of ya cheese off production and shows’
see it’s all good, lift up ya seat, don’t p-ss on the wood
if these n-ggas feelin froggy, let ’em come to the hood
it’s all gravy daddy, get crunk, get crunk
talk sh-t b-tch, and get stomped, get stomped
big crump in baton rouge and ?? in p.a
i hit moms with 10 grand, now i got money to make
i watch it bubble and shake, choppin lyrical cakes
niner-ross on my side, for these busters and fakes

(chorus)

(kamikaze)
don’t ever talk to police, don’t let ’em know just where you sleep
and watch them k!llas cause they creep
and won’t believe that thugs get deep
if i said it then i did it, if i speaks it then i live it
and early christmas we gon’ gets it
cause me and c we ’bout to spit it
???? partner, but i’m not, tryna cypher what i got
to get this sh-t, it keeps it hot
then sell it back to make this knot
you sons a b-tches ain’t gon’ last, tryna pocket all that hash
can’t even launder all your cash, cause you gon’ swander on some -ss
i’m like pimps say, it’s hatin goin on in p.a
but sh-t them same hatin n-ggas is on them streets where i stay
we go from jackson back texas, want some action come and check us
got that love then come and bless us
think we soft then come and test us
just us trill southern n-ggas, you brought you that bouncin jump
so on your left is mr. franklin, on your right is mr. crump
dump them n-ggas in the trunk, ugk smokin on skunk
crooked lettaz ain’t no punk, we hit yo city, get it crunk
and ain’t not pimp without no ho, ain’t no show without my dough
you try to floss but know you poor, cause you’s a rapper with no flow
so i’m a tell you out the door, ladies don’t look if you’s a crow
n-gga’s don’t speak if you’s a ho
you got the sweet, n-gga let’s blow and get crunk

(chorus) 2x

- crooked lettaz lyrics

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