
letra de cte - mfd crank
hit him in the head like cte
we gon’ f-ck him up like gsp
she play games no psp
i just be ballin’ like cp3
talkin’ that sh-t, gotta get through me
he don’t got bread, he don’t got that cheese
i’m number one, you like number three
you don’t even know i’m a motherf-ckin’ g
heard that’s your b-tch, she been long to the streets
i just be movin’ like motherf-ckin’ ski
b-tch give me brain, that b-tch on the knee
b-tch give me brain, they give me the glee
i’m pullin’ up and i shoot from the three
when i sh-t on you, everybody agree
rollin’ this wood like a mothеrf-ckin’ tree
sippin’ that drink and that sh-t make me pee
yeah, i know that you do not want it
yеah, you know that i’m number one
yeah, pull up, i shoot it for fun
takin your b-tch and i play with the buns
f-ckin your b-tch and you take it or brunch
stompin’ that beat like a motherf-ckin’ bug
sippin’ on mud, ain’t sippin’ no bud
i’m in your b-tch, we f-ckin’ the club
what the, huh, yeah
i didn’t do nothin’ wrong, yeah
that b-tch suckin’ me like a thumb, yeah
stomp on that b-tch like a bug, yeah
smackin’ that ass like a drum, yeah
hittin’ that b-tch from the back, yeah
i’m hittin’ that b-tch for fun, yeah
i’m eatin’ that b-tch for lunch, yeah
i’m smokin’ all of them runtz, yeah
f-ckin’ that b-tch in the trunk, yeah
f-ckin’ that b-tch in the front, yeah
i’m in my prime, deion
i make the beat, i sh-t on
i’m smokin’ colors, neon
who is this b-tch be gone
who is this b-tch be gone
hit him in the head like cte
we gon’ f-ck him up like gsp
she play games like psp
i just be ballin’ like cp3
talkin’ that sh-t, gotta get through me
he don’t got bread, he don’t got that cheese
i’m number one, you like number three
you don’t even know i’m a motherf-ckin’ g
heard that’s your b-tch, she been long to the streets
i just be movin’ like motherf-ckin’ ski
b-tch give me brain, that b-tch on the knee
b-tch give me brain, they give me the glee
i’m pullin’ up and i shoot from the three
when i sh-t on you, everybody agree
rollin’ this wood like a motherf-ckin’ tree
sippin’ that drink and that sh-t make me pee yeah, i know that you do not want it
yeah, you know that i’m number one
yeah, pull up, i shoot it for fun
takin your b-tch and i play with the buns
f-ckin your b-tch and you take it or brunch
stompin’ that beat like a motherf-ckin’ bug
sippin’ on mud, ain’t sippin’ no bud
i’m in your b-tch, we f-ckin’ the club
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