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Pastor Troy - Crank Me Up lyrics
[Intro] Yeeah, PT Cruiser Baby, Yeeah AiYo, we want everybody to crank this muhfucka up Nigga, Crank this shit up LOUD NIGGA! (okay) [Hook] Crank Me Up, PT baby is back to get bucks I dont know maybe ya never, heard of Comin in the back of the club with black gloves Hard as a hammer, I am Atlanta Soon as i step on the scene, its lights camera Action, Cash In, Fat-ass cheques, my rolex Will make ya faint,huh, ya think i aint? I hit the bank and get the grands, and just to spin tonight Nuh-uh, pass me the mills mamma, i got a flight Lears, listen here, private jet at the-yo (?) A bad ass ho, into the clouds I Go The underground putting it down for five years The blood, The sweat, the motherfucking tears I'm living the life of a young, drug lord I'll build this heffa up if i get bored Now ease up shorty, let the G slide through And i don't leave, without my .32 Tucked in the boot(boot),Tucked in a coat(coat) And when i see Chuck, its gonna get tucked in his throat And murder she wrote? But hell, I can't read Stabbed a ho, kidnapped the bitch, see? And now i'm on the loose, now im on the run Fuck that shit, I'll go and get a bigger gun Yeah! Motherfucker (Nigga) Crank Me Up! If you dont give a damn, nigga, we dont give a fuck I watch your CD's, my man, y'all suck You suck a cracka's dick in the office then came up Get it? Never for this, damn nigga test See how she be because my motherfuckin chest, Nigga Yes nigga, picture me, hot caprice When i dun been raised by all these G's Nigga, the crooks and killers, is my motherfuckin niggas Jab a pussy, with some motherfuckin scissors This is a, motherfuckin, crime scene, I'm dumpin on the law, my nigga, by any means [Hook] Crank Me Up, PT baby is back to get bucks I dont know maybe ya never, heard of Comin in the back of the club with black gloves Hard as a hammer, I am Atlanta Soon as i step on the scene, its lights camera Action, Cash In, Fat-ass cheques, my rolex Will make ya faint,huh, ya think i aint? I hit the bank and get the grands, and just to spin tonight Nuh-uh, pass me the mills mamma, i got a flight Lears, listen here, private jet at the-yo (?) A bad ass ho, into the clouds I GO! Hey! Crank Me Up! If you a gangsta you need to crank this up If you dont give a damn, nigga, we dont give a fuck Pastor baby, about to crank this up Crank Me Up! If you a gangsta you need to crank this up If you dont give a damn, nigga, we dont give a fuck Pastor baby, about to crank this up Hey! |
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