Crankin Up
I feel like cranking
Up I'm just waiting
For a fuck nigga
To say something
Undertaker they did
Not see Kane coming
Wrist game make a
Bitch wanna hate on em
Aye they can't hate on em
Feeling like I'm old
Limp Bizkit
I'm finna break something
All gas pedal to the flow
Ain't no brakes hun
Keep this shit one hundred nation
We don't have talk
Two hundred and twenty-threes gone do the chasing
He won't ever walk
Had to get out of the basement
To the ceiling dog
Been jumped off the porch
You was hating dog
Treat the pain
Just like a Polaroid
Watch me shake it off
I feel like cranking
Up I'm just waiting
For a fuck nigga
To say something
Undertaker they did
Not see Kane coming
Wrist game make a
Bitch wanna hate on em
Aye they can't hate on em
Every day with me amazing
You can't fake the smile
Used to always be impatient
But greatness takes awhile
Used to also hate rejection
But I'm rejecting now
Never saw life as a blessing
I was tripping out
I Feel Like Crankin Up
The bedroom or
The kitchen where you
Wanna fuck Chris Rock
He ain't do nothing
We was running up
In the club off the tequila
We gone break stuff
Man they hate us
Whole gang vibe contagious
This ain't fake love
Don't need no
Standing ovation
This just how we rock,
Told yo bitch send the location Now we got the drop
I feel like cranking
Up I'm just waiting
For a fuck nigga
To say something
Undertaker they did
Not see Kane coming
Wrist game make a
Bitch wanna hate on em
Aye they can't hate on em
Up I'm just waiting
For a fuck nigga
To say something
Undertaker they did
Not see Kane coming
Wrist game make a
Bitch wanna hate on em
Aye they can't hate on em
Feeling like I'm old
Limp Bizkit
I'm finna break something
All gas pedal to the flow
Ain't no brakes hun
Keep this shit one hundred nation
We don't have talk
Two hundred and twenty-threes gone do the chasing
He won't ever walk
Had to get out of the basement
To the ceiling dog
Been jumped off the porch
You was hating dog
Treat the pain
Just like a Polaroid
Watch me shake it off
I feel like cranking
Up I'm just waiting
For a fuck nigga
To say something
Undertaker they did
Not see Kane coming
Wrist game make a
Bitch wanna hate on em
Aye they can't hate on em
Every day with me amazing
You can't fake the smile
Used to always be impatient
But greatness takes awhile
Used to also hate rejection
But I'm rejecting now
Never saw life as a blessing
I was tripping out
I Feel Like Crankin Up
The bedroom or
The kitchen where you
Wanna fuck Chris Rock
He ain't do nothing
We was running up
In the club off the tequila
We gone break stuff
Man they hate us
Whole gang vibe contagious
This ain't fake love
Don't need no
Standing ovation
This just how we rock,
Told yo bitch send the location Now we got the drop
I feel like cranking
Up I'm just waiting
For a fuck nigga
To say something
Undertaker they did
Not see Kane coming
Wrist game make a
Bitch wanna hate on em
Aye they can't hate on em
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