Crank It Lyrics
by Yung Berg Ft. Gunplay & Jordan Hollywood
hook:
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it, oh
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it oh
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
somebody-body tell this motherfuckers.
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
somebody-body tell this motherfuckers.
okay okay okay
i crank it, i crank it, i’ma beast on me in case,
all my cribs are dated, she saw the shit like she crazy
my chain it up in las vegas, my dick is hard in payment
every song to write is her favourite,
she rocking mike on stage,
how far this hoe them paper chase,
big ass chain like flavor flave
all yell up, diamonds on
my bracelet look like coaster take
my cool then my girls come topless,
my bitch harder than all this,
i’m in the hood, drink a beer,
think i’m wear like then it’s trunk
i’m cash make her a shake, finally congratulations
smoke so much weed then had you make it,
around with the punk no gas station
five chains, five rings, look like a chatter play fool court
timber hoes like rick janes, make em money all i’m good for it
your girlfriend is my preference, i lock you down like detectives,
better go through her taxes, this suck my dick she congested
no wonder why you neglected, she get me brain like she taste it
i fuck her, i cuff her, then i sell her back on craze list.
hook:
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it, oh
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it oh
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
somebody-body tell this motherfuckers.
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
somebody-body tell this motherfuckers.
turn this motherf*cker up and nobody ain’t gonna turn me down
scan rolling up bout the killer trap
..boof and um burning that
know that like, face down, ass up turn down
the way i swept that shit out,
feel like you don’t run the.. to madness
young nigga what a dirty fright
my bitch she got a dirty mouth
so much work i lose way, know what i’m turned out no..
know what i’m..motherf*cker,
all my bitches cope shelf, all my bitches take drugs,
mollie and their cocktails, f*cking on that raze girls,
she ask me do not tell, almost hit the whole cast,
but i never ran through cocktail,
bitches calling my line, purple all of my mind,
two chains ..the room with the drake,
but i’m so shy, no lie,
dope girl so fly like sincere he show time,
right here reckless like re-go
tell em hang it up close line,
said i can’t rhyme, what?
but heard to the great vine
that i’m with tam and toe and assist to the same time
[hook:]
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by Yung Berg Ft. Gunplay & Jordan Hollywood
hook:
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it, oh
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it oh
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
somebody-body tell this motherfuckers.
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
somebody-body tell this motherfuckers.
okay okay okay
i crank it, i crank it, i’ma beast on me in case,
all my cribs are dated, she saw the shit like she crazy
my chain it up in las vegas, my dick is hard in payment
every song to write is her favourite,
she rocking mike on stage,
how far this hoe them paper chase,
big ass chain like flavor flave
all yell up, diamonds on
my bracelet look like coaster take
my cool then my girls come topless,
my bitch harder than all this,
i’m in the hood, drink a beer,
think i’m wear like then it’s trunk
i’m cash make her a shake, finally congratulations
smoke so much weed then had you make it,
around with the punk no gas station
five chains, five rings, look like a chatter play fool court
timber hoes like rick janes, make em money all i’m good for it
your girlfriend is my preference, i lock you down like detectives,
better go through her taxes, this suck my dick she congested
no wonder why you neglected, she get me brain like she taste it
i fuck her, i cuff her, then i sell her back on craze list.
hook:
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it, oh
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it oh
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
somebody-body tell this motherfuckers.
crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
somebody-body tell this motherfuckers.
turn this motherf*cker up and nobody ain’t gonna turn me down
scan rolling up bout the killer trap
..boof and um burning that
know that like, face down, ass up turn down
the way i swept that shit out,
feel like you don’t run the.. to madness
young nigga what a dirty fright
my bitch she got a dirty mouth
so much work i lose way, know what i’m turned out no..
know what i’m..motherf*cker,
all my bitches cope shelf, all my bitches take drugs,
mollie and their cocktails, f*cking on that raze girls,
she ask me do not tell, almost hit the whole cast,
but i never ran through cocktail,
bitches calling my line, purple all of my mind,
two chains ..the room with the drake,
but i’m so shy, no lie,
dope girl so fly like sincere he show time,
right here reckless like re-go
tell em hang it up close line,
said i can’t rhyme, what?
but heard to the great vine
that i’m with tam and toe and assist to the same time
[hook:]
This image may be subject to copyright.
