
Crunk AF ft. Charles Vega Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
First step on the stage, I give five arenas a light fever
My haters put more ass out like they was a fine teacher
OJ style, but I wear a fucking wife beater
Me and the god keep it hot like a Bonnie and Clyde feature
I ain't even in my prime either, whatever your fucking side is I can assure you that my side's greener
I'm a beaner, when I plant my seed I rose (arroz)
Onto taking off her clothes, see the goods then it's time to eat up
Keep it gentle, going down on a bitch
Then know how long I'll be around in this shit
Killa I done made a sound, it's a hit
So if you're crowning a head, I'll be a little late this bitch forever bouncing her shit
I say it's onto the next one, onto the next one
I never had a problem ever picking up the bread crumbs
Prepared to get down and dirty, you know I stay on my grind
So I try to take what's mine, I went and found it early
All up in the club, getting crunk as fuck
I got a- I got a bitch and she's drunk as fuck
So you better quit playing, get a dame when I spit game
Say my name in vain I hit you with the big flame
Jewelry care, I give insulin to my thick chain
I'm a beast on the block like my name's Dikembe
They bend when I pull up with Benz
I wake up, smoke a pack then I do it again
That's right
Oh my god, for fuck's sake
Try to stop a bullet, have you tripping with the pump fake
Bitches always feel it, finish working all in one take
First I fuck it up and then I eat it like a cupcake
Smoke until my lungs ache
If you on a track, might as well hit you with the one train
Road kill, fucking murder weapon is a Mustang
I only know one language
When I smoke a tree completely, just know I can only speak in club bangers
The boss got the drums bumping, the club jumping
No one want the guns busting, see the cribs and get to bum rushing
Got a little something something, let the doobie save us
I been rolling designer leaf in some Gucci papers
If you push me to edge, get to cliff hanging
I like to stay under the bush like I'm Dick Cheney
Check the flow pattern, known to make your bones shatter
So if you get crazy, E is who to go after
All up in the club, getting crunk as fuck
I got a- I got a bitch and she's drunk as fuck
So you better quit playing, get a dame when I spit game
Say my name in vain I hit you with the big flame
Jewelry care, I give insulin to my thick chain
I'm a beast on the block like my name's Dikembe
They bend when I pull up with Benz
I wake up, smoke a pack then I do it again
That's right