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letra de crank up 2.0 - dee mula

[intro: dee mula & moneybagg yo]
doo doo, dee mula!
d-double e-m-u-l-a
big bag, four times
go!

[verse 1: moneybagg yo]
crunk up the rolls royce (skrrt), change my mind then i hop in a lambo’ (switch)
it’s like n-gg-s ain’t seein’ me, camo (flock), ’til i pull up, all white, like the d-mn pope (on god)
we got more guns than cheat codes, livin’ like grand theft auto, los santos (santos)
i’m doin’ business with chief [?], turn the airbnb to a bando
pour up the drink, four-quarter pressure, i’m clutchin’ the paint
chain of command (explain), when you the big speaker you up in the ranks
leave you with cavities (why?), for thinking sh-t sweet, i hope you don’t think
someone be rollin’ to stardom, a n-gg- try me, i swear i’ma crank (hey! big bag!)

[chorus: dee mula]
foreign the drugs and drivin’ with choppas and glocks, ’bout ready to crank up
she put a perc’ on her tongue, and let it dissolve, she ’bout ready to crank up
i don’t give a f-ck about subliminals, i’m ready to crash, a n-gg- play? i’ma crank up
she full of henesey, crunk up, he want some smoke, where yo’ crib n-gg-? crank up

[verse 2: dee mula]
roll up a backwood, i’m bent
i just bought a new car, the first thing i did, i got that ho tinted
take the car back, boy, it’s rented
my b-tches be selling [?], plus they be strippin’
my pockets fat, obese, my b-tch a freak, but she neat
he tough on the internet, but that boy weak
if we gon’ beef, then please, keep that sh-t street
don’t be throwing no shots on the internet, tweet
let’s meet up and crash, the police pull up, hit the gas
i got so much sh-t in this bag, i’m lookin’ at 20
boy, i’m the sh-t you the toilet
my rolex flooded with diamonds, i got new jewelry on the way
they like “dee mula be cool”, ’cause they know i’ma shoot ’em in his face
my n-gg-s some k!llers, your n-gg-s some k!llers
we know we gon’ die, this the life that we livin’
i wake up every morning, thank god, cause i be havin’ shootouts and i’m still livin’
see, they want me dead, but i don’t wanna die, the f&n on my side
plus my n-gg- and them trailin’ me
she don’t wanna come around, think she scared of me
i’m high as f-ck, these percies gettin’ the best of me, crank up!

[verse 3: stunna 4 vegas]
all y’all ready to crank up? [?] got the [?] for my tank up
touch me and go down like an anchor
f-ck on her face, i’m tryna f-ck up her makeup
and i want a n-gg- try take some, broad day, on my life, i’ma face ’em
he try run off, i’ma chase him down with a drac’, get close and erase ’em
it’s big four time, the only big one
don’t play games with me, b-tch, show me some
you wanna f-ck, i was young and the [?]
another day, an opp n-gg- playin’, i roll ’em up
no golf but i try put a hole in one
you b-tch -ss n-gg-s, you owe me some’n
my boy beat that pack like he floor the [?]
ayy, you want some bags? then order some
take a flight to the west and your daughter’s son
i still be in the streets like i’m poor or some’n
i get rid of the beef, i ain’t avoidin’ none
n-gg- reach for this chain and it’s murder one
we war-ready, who want war with us?
chopsticks turn a b-tch into angel’s dust
bro, like, f-ck it, i’m crankin’ up, grab your key he want smoke, i’m stankin’ ’em

- dee mula

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