Testo Crunk Muzik - Jim Jones feat. DJ Drama, Fivio Foreign & Ditta
Testo della canzone Crunk Muzik (Jim Jones feat. DJ Drama, Fivio Foreign & Ditta), tratta dall'album Gangsta Grillz: We Set the Trends
(Virus) my nigga Virgil once said (yeah) (yeah)
Can't surf without the wave (nah) (Dipset, grrt, baow)
You gotta study the waves (study the waves)
And wait for it to break (yeah)
We been on these waters for decades (uh, yeah) (nigga)
We like our style (let's go) (huh)
Stick up nigga, gimme the loot
Huh, yeah, huh (grrt, baow) (DJ Drama) (yeah) (skrrt)
New Ferrari for the coupe (uh)
Yeah, let's do it, look, uh (let me get 'em)
Big bro gon' shoot (baow)
It's a stick-up nigga, gimme the loot, uh (yeah)
Nobody get hurt, nobody don't move (lil' bitch)
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) (yeah)
X-Men (X-Men), goof (uh)
They don't ever wanna tell 'em the truth (nah, uh)
Them bullets big, and they go all the way through (baow, baow, baow)
I put my niggas in the loot
I thought I liked her but she too loose (nah)
You ain't got nothin' to do, uh (what they say?)
You caught me lackin'? Nigga, show me the proof, uh (Viral, nigga)
Bang bang, bang bang
Hooligan, gang gang (yes sir)
Movin' those, tings tings (uh-huh)
Pulleys though, bang bang (huh)
Runnin' round with my Dips (facts)
Hunnid round in my clip (grrt)
If you runnin' dead, you get hit (baow)
Ain't dumbin' down for no bitch (fuck her)
Dipset, Dripset (whoo), baby girl, get your lips wet (nasty)
Play with us, you get your whip wet (deck it)
Let it dry if your whip wet (wetness)
Forty-five for my waist (whoa)
We get higher than space (wow)
So much diamonds in her face (babe)
So much commas in the safe (grrt)
So much balance, it ain't safe (grrt)
Fire, fire (woo), stop drop then you roll (roll)
Pop shots from the po' (whoa)
Drop tops in the cold (low)
Freezin', livers, baby, I'm brazy
Hunnid watch, spend eighty (whoa)
Huh, I be feelin' myself when I'm back in the hood
Told her, baby, that ain't my trunk, that is my hood (it's crazy, bursted)
Be ready to die when I'm back in the hood (ha) (fuck)
Ready to die when I'm back in the-, huh
What they say?
Viral, movie, virus
Big bro gon' shoot (baow)
It's a stick-up nigga, gimme the loot, uh (yeah)
Nobody get hurt, nobody don't move (lil' bitch)
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) (yeah)
X-Men (X-Men), goof (uh)
They don't ever wanna tell 'em the truth (nah, uh)
Them bullets big and they go all the way through (baow, baow, baow)
I put my niggas in the loot
I thought I liked her but she too loose (nah)
You ain't got nothin' to do, uh (what they say?)
You caught me lackin'? Nigga, show me the proof, uh (Viral, nigga)
(Gangster, gangster) I don't got shooters like me
Do a drill, take a trip, OT
Hit him in his head then we surf on the beach
Got around two trip, bitches get in my heat (baow, baow, baow)
Hoes ride 'round side, are lessons
My favorite teacher used to put me in detention (ha)
Niggas talkin' 'bout a nigga too aggressive
When you really in the field, ain't nothin' sentimental (dum-dum-dum)
Beat up on 'em like we do the instrumental
No light shots, hit him in his kennel
NIggas 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 (God-damn)
Back up, head top, we gon' send him to the pastor
I beg the cunts in 'em coast, singing Casper
I'm in the field doing drills with the factors
Def' I'm a king, like you put them on a pack-up
Pussy nigga better catch up
Eastside niggas only here from the vest up (baow, baow-baow, baow-baow)
(They only here from the vest up)
Big bro gon' shoot (baow)
It's a stick-up nigga, gimme the loot, uh (yeah)
Nobody get hurt, nobody don't move (lil' bitch)
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) (yeah)
X-Men (X-Men), goof (uh)
They don't ever wanna tell 'em the truth (nah, uh)
Them bullets big and they go all the way through (baow, baow, baow)
I put my niggas in the loot
I thought I liked her but she too loose (nah)
You ain't got nothin' to do, uh (what they say?)
You caught me lackin'? Nigga, show me the proof, uh (Viral, nigga)
Baow
(Baow)
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Jones, Laron L. James, Thomas Earl Simons, Winston Thomas Jr.
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