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letra de crunk muzik - jim jones, dj drama, fivio foreign & ditta

crunk muzik lyrics
[intro: dj drama & fivio foreign]
my n-gga virgil once said (yeah)
can’t surf without the wave (dipset, grrt, baow)
you gotta study the wave (yeah)
and wait for it to break
we been on these waters for decades (uh)
stick up n-gga, gimme the loot
huh, yeah, huh (grrt, baow) (dj drama)
new ferrari for the coupe
yeah, let’s do it, look, uh (let me get ’em)

[chorus: fivio foreign & jim jones]
big bro gon’ shoot (baow)
it’s a stick up n-gga, gimme the loot (yeah)
n0body get hurt, n0body don’t move (lil’ b-tch)
i got a new ferrari for the coupe (skrrt)
she put a little perky in her juice (uh)
i drunk a little liquor for the booze
(i drunk a little liquor for the booze)
x-men (x-men), goof
they don’t ever wanna tell ’em the truth
them bullets big and they go all the way through (baow baow baow)
i put my n-ggas in the loot
i thought i liked her but she too loose (nah)
you ain’t got nothin’ to do (what they say)
you caught me lackin’? n-gga, show me the proof (viral, n-gga)
[verse 1: jim jones]
bang bang, bang bang
hooligan, gang gang
movin’ those, tings tings
[?] though, bang bang
runnin’ round with my dips (facts)
hunnid round in my clip
if you runnin’ dead, you get hit (baow)
ain’t dumbin’ down for no b-tch (f-ck her)
dipset, dripset, baby girl, get your lips wet (nasty)
play with us, you get your whip wet
let it dry if your whip wet
forty five for my waist (woah)
we get higher than sp-ce
so much diamonds in her face
so much commas in the safe (grr)
so much balance, it ain’t safe (grr)
fire, fire, stop drop then you roll (roll)
pop shots from the po’
drop tops in the cold
freezin’, [?]
baby, i’m brazy
hunnid watch, spend eighty
ha, i be feelin’ myself when i’m back in the hood
told her, baby
that ain’t my trunk, that is my hood
ready to die when i’m back in the hood
ready to die when i’m back in the—, huh
what they say?
viral, movie, virus
[chorus: fivio foreign & jim jones]
big bro gon’ shoot (baow)
it’s a stick up n-gga, gimme the loot (yeah)
n0body get hurt, n0body don’t move (lil’ b-tch)
i got a new ferrari for the coupe (skrrt)
she put a little perky in her juice (uh)
i drunk a little liquor for the booze
(i drunk a little liquor for the booze)
x-men (x-men), goof
they don’t ever wanna tell ’em the truth
them bullets big and they go all the way through (baow baow baow)
i put my n-ggas in the loot
i thought i liked her but she too loose (nah)
you ain’t got nothin’ to do (what they say)
you caught me lackin’? n-gga, show me the proof (viral, n-gga)

[verse 2: ditta]
[?] shooters like me
do a drill, take a trip, ot
hit him in his head then we
[?]
hoes ride ’round [?]
my favorite tissue is to put me in the tension
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout a n-gga too aggressive
when you really in the field, ain’t nothin’ [?]
beat up on ’em like we do the instrumental
no light shots, hit him in his kennel
n-ggas really know my head and why ain’t took ’em by the pedal
we gon’ fill ’em up with metal, i don’t really wanna wrestle
back up, head top, we gon’ send him to the pastor
[?]
i’m in the field doing drills with the [?]
p-ssy n-gga better catch up
eastside n-ggas only here from the vest up
(they only here from the vest up)
[chorus: fivio foreign & jim jones]
big bro gon’ shoot (baow)
it’s a stick up n-gga, gimme the loot (yeah)
n0body get hurt, n0body don’t move (lil’ b-tch)
i got a new ferrari for the coupe (skrrt)
she put a little perky in her juice (uh)
i drunk a little liquor for the booze
(i drunk a little liquor for the booze)
x-men (x-men), goof
they don’t ever wanna tell ’em the truth
them bullets big and they go all the way through (baow baow baow)
i put my n-ggas in the loot
i thought i liked her but she too loose (nah)
you ain’t got nothin’ to do (what they say)
you caught me lackin’? n-gga, show me the proof (viral, n-gga)

[outro: fivio foreign]
baow (baow)

- jim jones dj drama fivio foreign ditta

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