Get Crunk

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Once again up in that south from my motherf*cking mouth and creeping up on y´all niggas like a motherf*cking mouse Stepping on these tracks like fags & drag queens And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans

Buster me & me´s clicks, always making those hits We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk and keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk

[Chorus:] What, What [in background] Now drop dem bozs´ on em [repeat 16X]

Nigga bozs´ bout to turn out the show Crankin´ up yo´ dance flo´ screaming GA hoe Flipping rhymes & gripping pines with haters looking round It is time lay it down putting it all up on the line Aint no love for haters, smoking doug´s potatoes All these niggas what they made us from dem´ boz & craters While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas And next it is gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus But it seem like the bigger I be, mo´ figures I see The mo´ hating niggas try me Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout´ to fade me Better sit & wait in consequences fo´ you feel you can play me From a place called T-town be down in the south Where dem´ players throw dem´ boz & gold teeth in they mouth And dump dump if ya´ jump jump The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump & pump pump through yo´ speaker when it reach ya´ now you tweaking like Beaker All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil´ Peter From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama I be damn a club aint crunk in this manner I cannot stand a weak buster For all the freaks, hustla´s, to the clothes Y´all have got to get it crunk & drop dem boz, drop dem boz


I cannot afford bigger, how ya´ figga´ that you gone stop me from stacking six figures Now you hating on me, because my game so tight And could you be mad because I f*cked ya´ wife Well it is true, that is the price nigga check that hoe I am from the ATL player, wear that reckland ro´ So stop talking all that shit, & trying to buck I am popping off at the mouth, we get cha´ f*cked up, now what´s up

Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo´ mix Acting like they want, to lick on yo´ shit Critizing, everything that you do and telling ya´ who, & who not to screw Nasty hoes, that aint clean & shit They go around sucking on every dope boys dick Now is these hoes really yo´ friend or yo´ foes You tell me, while ya´ drop dem´ bozs´


Now if the club packed y´all from wall to wall And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all Aint nothing but love in the air, we geeing & macking Some haters off in there, but at least they aint macking You got cha´ cup filled up, ya´ niggas is crunk Put cha´ hands in the air represent where ya´ from I am from the GA baby, where freaks is shady Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya´ boz & shake dem´ hoes And proceed to rock, from the front to the back with the blunts & gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack Tear da´ roof off the club, show you niggas some love and fill a swishe up with bud for my g´s & thugs Now dem´ haters keep watching, dem´ freaks a jockin´ the beats is rockin´, so partner want you keep on dropping for my thugs


Now right now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me

[Bridge:] what [till fade] That is how these motherf*ckers die, they with the shit talk [repeat 7X]

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