CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Crunk Ain’t Dead (REMIX)
Aye Jose, come here
Come here Cuz
What the f**k, what is-
Man, hfmm
I switch it up it's not BB, it's Gucci
AR singin' like it's YFN Lucci
Hood b*t*h buy her [?], she boujee
You stupid as f**k think I'm payin' for coochie
Boy this a rental, the windows be tinted
I'm slidin' with hoes, yeah we movin' we kill 'em
hit 'em, his body start flippin', got him out the way a new opp in the middle
One day I was walkin', now the opposition stalkin'
I ain't have it so I lost it
Came in and [?] it, eat my d**k then you exhausted
If you ain't strapped, then move with caution
How you want smoke, up the glizzy to his throat
Gun powder got him coughin'
N***a you broke, thе oppositions is a joke
Hole in his head just likе dolphin
They know what it is, walk down with the glizzy and shoot at yo kids
He a lil' [?]
MAC eleven genie grant his a** a wish
Hollows in, so they gon' hug and kiss
It's a beam on this b*t*h how the f**k can I miss
Before you jumped in that, well did you think about that sh*t
I kick down yo door and start glickin' this b*t*h
B*t*h I go through the back and come out with a [?]
Start blessin' the trap they think that I was spiritual
And this gun way too big, so how the f**k am I fearin' you
Chop way too loud, so how the f**k am I hearin' you
Better think before you move, I catch you on the slip
Right in front of you n***a, how the f**k you miss
Use her for lips, but she can't get a kiss
Draped in designer, cleaner than a b*t*h
I got it off junkies knockin' for a piece
You speak on the Church, but I'm dead the [?]
My n***as demons, but the glizzy be preachin'
Hop out the van, leave him dead for no reason
The other Nina leave him slump if he reachin'
I don't want yo thot she was givin' me top [?], she was freakin' and geekin'
My n***as Crippin' you better not be slippin', we in defense so keep a heat if you freezin'
We finna pull up in a fou' door, Glock pop, opp drop, yo-yo
I'm tryna f**k yo hoe, got her bouncin' on the d**k, pogo
Red beam on his shirt, Polo
Jose gon' get you throwin' bullets like Romo
Bro in the back, go mode
Seen my youngin' do a hit in a stolo
But defense on my a** I'm leavin' the state
No Tay-K, I'm winnin' the race
Whip out my d**k, bust on her face
My n***as all gas they tryna hit the brakes
I told that b*t*h "Shut up 'fore you get replaced"
I f**k with the Locs, but bro'nem throwin' Rakes
That boy not the plug [?]
Don't shop with the opps 'cause they gon' say you shake
Come here Cuz
What the f**k, what is-
Man, hfmm
I switch it up it's not BB, it's Gucci
AR singin' like it's YFN Lucci
Hood b*t*h buy her [?], she boujee
You stupid as f**k think I'm payin' for coochie
Boy this a rental, the windows be tinted
I'm slidin' with hoes, yeah we movin' we kill 'em
hit 'em, his body start flippin', got him out the way a new opp in the middle
One day I was walkin', now the opposition stalkin'
I ain't have it so I lost it
Came in and [?] it, eat my d**k then you exhausted
If you ain't strapped, then move with caution
How you want smoke, up the glizzy to his throat
Gun powder got him coughin'
N***a you broke, thе oppositions is a joke
Hole in his head just likе dolphin
They know what it is, walk down with the glizzy and shoot at yo kids
He a lil' [?]
MAC eleven genie grant his a** a wish
Hollows in, so they gon' hug and kiss
It's a beam on this b*t*h how the f**k can I miss
Before you jumped in that, well did you think about that sh*t
I kick down yo door and start glickin' this b*t*h
B*t*h I go through the back and come out with a [?]
Start blessin' the trap they think that I was spiritual
And this gun way too big, so how the f**k am I fearin' you
Chop way too loud, so how the f**k am I hearin' you
Better think before you move, I catch you on the slip
Right in front of you n***a, how the f**k you miss
Use her for lips, but she can't get a kiss
Draped in designer, cleaner than a b*t*h
I got it off junkies knockin' for a piece
You speak on the Church, but I'm dead the [?]
My n***as demons, but the glizzy be preachin'
Hop out the van, leave him dead for no reason
The other Nina leave him slump if he reachin'
I don't want yo thot she was givin' me top [?], she was freakin' and geekin'
My n***as Crippin' you better not be slippin', we in defense so keep a heat if you freezin'
We finna pull up in a fou' door, Glock pop, opp drop, yo-yo
I'm tryna f**k yo hoe, got her bouncin' on the d**k, pogo
Red beam on his shirt, Polo
Jose gon' get you throwin' bullets like Romo
Bro in the back, go mode
Seen my youngin' do a hit in a stolo
But defense on my a** I'm leavin' the state
No Tay-K, I'm winnin' the race
Whip out my d**k, bust on her face
My n***as all gas they tryna hit the brakes
I told that b*t*h "Shut up 'fore you get replaced"
I f**k with the Locs, but bro'nem throwin' Rakes
That boy not the plug [?]
Don't shop with the opps 'cause they gon' say you shake
