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playa fly - let's get it crunk lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yuh, back up in this b_tch, for the ninety_six
(ninety_six on these hoes)
(yeah, ho) (b.m.g. in this b_tch)
back in this biatch
(with your fn, layin’ your funky tracks on y’all hoes)
no doubt
for about this sh_t like this

[verse 1]
n_ggas best beware of that motherf_ckin’ villain
it’s hard to f_ck with us, so prepare for the k!llin’
livin’ where it’s realer, man, and you don’t know the feelin’
it’s time to grab my glock and make a rocket for the million
creepin’ on your ass, with that mask, what you wanna do?
boom is that sound, shootin’ rounds down glock we do
all my row dogs down smokin’ pounds, it’s that n_gga who
don’t give a f_ck, test your nuts, catch a slug, fool
n_gga with the mind full of crime, don’t be guessin’
if you fail to see him, then a bullet you’ll be catchin’
always packin’ a weapon, so keep steppin’, don’t let it happen
you know that talkin’ sh_t, as my lyrics start to cappin’
the homies in the house and it’s no doubt, i’m finna sew sh_t up
as i tape it over, walk right over, then i fulls you up
pass a sack and drink the yack and let my n_ggas roll it up
now we gettin’ smoked out, now my locs get loced out
scopin’ out the victim for the stang, man
you know, i’m still up in this b_tch
n_ggas from down south, we so gap with this gangster sh_t
n_gga, best believe it’s about that cheesin’ and i’ll rob you trick
grippin’ on my glock, pop, pop, pop, n_gga, that’s my sh_t, i’m sl!ck
raise up off these players nuts, shank you, i don’t give a f_ck
n_gga, we can slang, throw them thangs, what the f_ck is up?
rockin’ the f_ckin’ microphone, that n_gga straight from tennessee
psychopathic, schizophrenic, b_tches cannot f_ck with me
trizzick on my dizzick, ho, stop swingin’ on my f_ckin’ nuts
keep on talkin’ sh_t, i just might stick you in your f_ckin’ guts
n_ggas shankin’, now i think it’s time to blaze that b_u_d
now i’m high, really high, a hustler in reality
enter the asylum, of a motherf_ckin’ lunatic
introduce you to my tone, let’s get in to some gangster sh_t
n_gga with the mind full of crime, i’m about to cl!ck
shots up to you player haters ’til you give me somethin’, nig
back up off my d_ck because you know, you cannot f_ck with this
leave your body burnin’, in a motherf_ckin’ crucifix
[interlude]
yeah, like we said before, we still up in this b_tch
yeah, this sh_t don’t stop, you know what i’m sayin’

[chorus]

[verse 2]
up early in the mornin’, rollin’, tokin’ swisher blunts
thinkin’ to myself, how can i get this junt crunk?
light up another blunt, now i’m feelin’ super straight
player hatin’ b_tch type n_ggas, who i really hate
so i have to meditate, just to keep my mind right
if i don’t, it’s gonna be a k!llin’ at the midnight
pimp tight lyricist, buster can’t fade this
leave your body in a grave, talkin’ all that weak sh_t
come and get your wig split, but you ain’t
’cause you can’t step to a psycho, gotta let you know
once before, we let the bullets flow
got the rap game sold up, hold the, stick up, now it’s time to cl!ck up
bang, bang, shoot ’em up, bloodied up your f_ckin’ guts
trick, i thought i told you, don’t you ever try to test my nuts
creepin’ through the front door slowly like a f_ckin’ sniper
hyper, than a motherf_ckin’ fired piper
silence, violence, is all that i think about
one, two, three, four punks, that you read about
it be lil chee_zy in the back, that n_gga with that three eight gat
keeps that motherf_cker packed, just in case
these n_ggas act like, they want a hustler hate
i’m tryna feed my f_ckin’ kids, i be d_mned if they don’t eat
try to take what’s mine, you trick
any end will have to take, to split a punk ass n_gga’s dome
chop a hater with my chrome, take off my mask, so i could be known
i don’t give a f_ck, got sh_t to lose, i just go buck
you feel the ooze, ain’t had enough, now catch the blues
my sh_t is rough, you knew the rules
before you stepped to a pimp tight n_gga_ro
and i ain’t scared, to go toe to toe, to let these b_tch_ass n_ggas know
it’s gon’ take a murder case, to put these tricks up in they place
lock you in my chevy, will bump for e&g, keeps twistin’ skunk
players get your f_ckin’ gat ’cause you know, the robber’s back
it’s so black out for these punks ’cause lil chee_zy gettin’ it crunk
[hook]

[verse 4: playa fly]
everlastin’ gangster player bound, to reach the f_ckin’ top
s.p.v. is backin’ me, bustin’ wide player lock
n_ggas down from jackson, bumpin’ tracks and keep us taxin’, ho
blinded by their whiteness, got you frightened on that goodie dope
dirty dud and gangsta stayin’ rizzaw and inflictin’ pain
player from the shower, full of powder, coca f_ckin’ caine
gettin’ it crunk and gettin’ a drank, full of funky roaster, b_tch
down to make a dollar, don’t you holler buster, follow this
s.p.l. is super thick, cl!ckin’ quickly, fulla blunts
now that playa’s on the scene, tell me, did fly get it crunk?

- playa fly lyrics

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