Uh, let's go Gotta stay on your pivot cause this shit get
Crunchy
I'm rollin' your man up, blend it with Crunchy
Let's go,
Uh Gotta stay on your pivot cause this shit get
Crunchy I'm rollin' this man up, blend it with Crunchy
And this bitch got her feet out, but that shit look crusty
Won't kick it with them cause I heard that they musty
His ass was talkin' down and then they got unchy He dancing for fent n that lil' nigga
Lunchin They asked me if I write and I told him I
Punch in... Let's go,
Can't hang with his ass
He be typin' and tippin' He speakin' on trip so his rip we gon
Bend it And he bang he the one but he never gon
Spend it
I pray to Jesus, so they bangin' I'm Christian
I ran up my racks, so bitch, when you gon' get it
It's a 90-day run if you wan come out livin' Let's go, uh
I do what I want, give a f*ck what they want I'm tellin' it to you straight, they say I'm
Blunt They keep draggin' n cappin and we know he
A bum This expensive lemon, he bangin' his runtz
He diss on the net n I'm bangin' his aunt i touch down with bags of the za smell like
Skunk He keep bangin', he gon' do somethin', he
A punk Let's go, if you gon' do anything, you need
To go get it I'm on I-95 and they know that I'm gettin
It's a lovely day with my cup, bitch, I'm sippin' She hung up the phone cause she thought
I was trickin' Dis za that I'm havin' this shit finger lickin
That weird shit just serving it's ridiculous Back then, she ain't want me and now it's
Addiction Let's go, gotta stay on your pivot cause
This shit get crunchy I'm rollin' his man up, blend it with crunchy
And this bitch got her feet out, but that shit look crusty
I won't kick it with them cause I heard that they musty
His ass was talkin' down it, then they got unchy
He dancin' for fent, that lil' nigga lunchin They asked me if I write and I told em' I punch in
Let's go, can't hang with his ass, he be typin' and tippin
He speakin' on trip, so his rip we gon' bend it
And he bang he the one, but he never gon' spend it
I pray to Jesus, so they bangin' I'm Christian I ran up my racks, so, bitch, when you gon
Get it? It's a 90-day run if you wanna come out livin
Let's go
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English
Uh, let's go Gotta stay on your pivot cause this shit get
Crunchy
I'm rollin' your man up, blend it with Crunchy
Let's go,
Uh Gotta stay on your pivot cause this shit get
Crunchy I'm rollin' this man up, blend it with Crunchy
And this bitch got her feet out, but that shit look crusty
Won't kick it with them cause I heard that they musty
His ass was talkin' down and then they got unchy He dancing for fent n that lil' nigga
Lunchin They asked me if I write and I told him I
Punch in... Let's go,
Can't hang with his ass
He be typin' and tippin' He speakin' on trip so his rip we gon
Bend it And he bang he the one but he never gon
Spend it
I pray to Jesus, so they bangin' I'm Christian
I ran up my racks, so bitch, when you gon' get it
It's a 90-day run if you wan come out livin' Let's go, uh
I do what I want, give a f*ck what they want I'm tellin' it to you straight, they say I'm
Blunt They keep draggin' n cappin and we know he
A bum This expensive lemon, he bangin' his runtz
He diss on the net n I'm bangin' his aunt i touch down with bags of the za smell like
Skunk He keep bangin', he gon' do somethin', he
A punk Let's go, if you gon' do anything, you need
To go get it I'm on I-95 and they know that I'm gettin
It's a lovely day with my cup, bitch, I'm sippin' She hung up the phone cause she thought
I was trickin' Dis za that I'm havin' this shit finger lickin
That weird shit just serving it's ridiculous Back then, she ain't want me and now it's
Addiction Let's go, gotta stay on your pivot cause
This shit get crunchy I'm rollin' his man up, blend it with crunchy
And this bitch got her feet out, but that shit look crusty
I won't kick it with them cause I heard that they musty
His ass was talkin' down it, then they got unchy
He dancin' for fent, that lil' nigga lunchin They asked me if I write and I told em' I punch in
Let's go, can't hang with his ass, he be typin' and tippin
He speakin' on trip, so his rip we gon' bend it
And he bang he the one, but he never gon' spend it
I pray to Jesus, so they bangin' I'm Christian I ran up my racks, so, bitch, when you gon
Get it? It's a 90-day run if you wanna come out livin
Let's go
Crunchy
I'm rollin' your man up, blend it with Crunchy
Let's go,
Uh Gotta stay on your pivot cause this shit get
Crunchy I'm rollin' this man up, blend it with Crunchy
And this bitch got her feet out, but that shit look crusty
Won't kick it with them cause I heard that they musty
His ass was talkin' down and then they got unchy He dancing for fent n that lil' nigga
Lunchin They asked me if I write and I told him I
Punch in... Let's go,
Can't hang with his ass
He be typin' and tippin' He speakin' on trip so his rip we gon
Bend it And he bang he the one but he never gon
Spend it
I pray to Jesus, so they bangin' I'm Christian
I ran up my racks, so bitch, when you gon' get it
It's a 90-day run if you wan come out livin' Let's go, uh
I do what I want, give a f*ck what they want I'm tellin' it to you straight, they say I'm
Blunt They keep draggin' n cappin and we know he
A bum This expensive lemon, he bangin' his runtz
He diss on the net n I'm bangin' his aunt i touch down with bags of the za smell like
Skunk He keep bangin', he gon' do somethin', he
A punk Let's go, if you gon' do anything, you need
To go get it I'm on I-95 and they know that I'm gettin
It's a lovely day with my cup, bitch, I'm sippin' She hung up the phone cause she thought
I was trickin' Dis za that I'm havin' this shit finger lickin
That weird shit just serving it's ridiculous Back then, she ain't want me and now it's
Addiction Let's go, gotta stay on your pivot cause
This shit get crunchy I'm rollin' his man up, blend it with crunchy
And this bitch got her feet out, but that shit look crusty
I won't kick it with them cause I heard that they musty
His ass was talkin' down it, then they got unchy
He dancin' for fent, that lil' nigga lunchin They asked me if I write and I told em' I punch in
Let's go, can't hang with his ass, he be typin' and tippin
He speakin' on trip, so his rip we gon' bend it
And he bang he the one, but he never gon' spend it
I pray to Jesus, so they bangin' I'm Christian I ran up my racks, so, bitch, when you gon
Get it? It's a 90-day run if you wanna come out livin
Let's go
Writer: Nicholas Lassiter
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