t fuck wit P I said,m fuck rap and a verse I get down like the bishops it the way you clap at the hearse I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of
Bitches flyin through the air of the shit that you sayin If you ballin nigga bring it mayne FUCK YO CLICK! Once again all in David Banner, Lil' Flip Like a pimp, get crunk
tha south to tha east to that west represent yo city n get it crunk Oh ho tha way u bouncin it on tha floor lemme ask ya lil shawty whutchu really really
't tell me I can't start another fight no more (What? What? What? What?) I get it crunk in the club, niggaz get drunk in the club (What? What? What? What
with out my hand on da glock 1 love 2 dj screw mayne i miss u 2 holla at lil flip nigga what it do Chorus (Lil Flip Verse 3 ) Nigga i let my chain hang
[Lil' Flip talking] yeah, Lil' Flip puttin it down wit Lil' Troy R. Dis, back to ballin nah what I'm sayin Down South we gonn' lean though I dont know
? to get another flick of me Police muggin? like I got a couple bricks on me They hate when rappers come in town and have they club crunk ?Cause we get
sprayin' Bitches flyin' through the air of the shit that you sayin' If you ballin' nigga bring it mayne fuck yo click Once again all in David Banner, Lil' Flip Like a pimp, get crunk
greenery It's hot, disco inferno, let's go You're now rockin' wit a pro I get dough to flip dough, to get more for sho' Get my drink on then get on
and Lil Ke, we be working the mouth piece When I throw this focus from up north they down to south east Mo City and Hershewood we hooked up to get paid
and the West Now where the South at, nigga? I wear platinum on the chest 'cause I just can't rest CMG and BBS, nationwide success C-Note the big shot and Lil
it get hot Switch rocks and switch bras on they ass And then I keep 'em admiring my long dreds and glasses Now I'mma flip paint, flip paint smoke daint
't crunk in this manner I can't stand a weak buster For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz
catch blows, better go and call yo folk Chopper bullets rang out, now everybody on da floor So all dat jumpin 'round crunk shit, man let it go [Chorus] When a maggot hoe get
that beach we gone drop it I aint gonna even play Im thinkin the MLK I might just flip a four get crazed tip tangeray or be on the flip phone these hoes
Crime Mob ho, Crime Mob ho Hey, this ya boy Lil Scrappy Tha Prince of Crunk Yeah, Lil J on tha track nigga Ay, it's time for all security to get around
I can't Get dumped off in miami riding on candy paint Now would you believe I got a body in my trunk? I'm crunk out the window, hell yeah!, I shot the