Get Crunk

I got you dawg (came to get crunk)
Yeah (get crunk)
(go ah-)
Go ahead (go ahead)

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Hey dope boy I like you
I just don't know how to tell you
You drive me um insane
(Another cup pour it up cause I'm on one)
Hey dope boy I like you
I just don't know how to tell you
You drive me um insane
(Another bottle going down the drain)

Let's all get CRUNK
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I got lots of dollars if you want
Show me what you got, take every last one
Yeah I gotta lot, ya wanna have fun
Pull up to my spot and get sprung (badoindoing)
Yeah life is nuts, so you gotta let 'em dangle (dangle)
Let 'em hang low, Imma do the same bro (what?)
As far as brain goes, uhhh same O
But can you blame hoes?
I shoot my shot then draino
Try every angle
It's Mr. Get it Poppin Every Single
Down in Reno in casino, sippin, spillin Tito's
So we gon' see though, believe hoes that's never me though
Capeesh bro? She double D though
So free both, I wanna see those (those)
And let 'em swang, let 'em free loaf (loaf)
And if you do here's a free loaf (loaf)
And every where and every freak knows (knows)
So raise your glass here's a free toast

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Okay my shits done popped, foes done sizzled
You know that I ball, every time that I dribble, the syllables
I pull strings no fiddles, with sick riddles
The big kid is um, not so little
And Mrs. Piggy is bringing him home a griddle
So he can make it rain, bow and throw skittles
White widows, bitches and slim thick hoes
You tryna sleep on me is like sleeping with stone pillows
Would you? No willow
Dank in the house, no Zillow
Arm for a leg? No deal O
Not to be a d*ck but uh we don't deal those
And I don't get beat cuz uh we just kill those
Trace, I don't leave one
I got bad hoes, I don't need none
I am a nightmare, and she don't dream none
Plus may I add that I need some?

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Let's all get CRUNK

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Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Davis, Brock Strother
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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