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Featuring Gunplay (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 better turn this motherfucker. Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it Somebody better turn this motherfucker. Okay okay okay I crank it, I crank it, I’ma beast put me in cage 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 coupe then my girls come topless, My bitch hotter than august I’m in the hood, drink a beer, Think I’m weird like Dennis Rodman I’m cash make her ass shake, finally rich congratulations Smoke so much weed think I'm half jamaican Letras de cancionesAround with the pump no gas station Five chains, five rings, look like I'm tryin to play for quarter Pimp my hoes like Rick James, make em money all I’m good for it Your girlfriend is my preference, I lock her down like detectives, Better go through her texts, she suck my dick she congested No wonder why you neglected, she get me brain like she test it I fuck her, I cuff her, then I sell her back on craig's 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 better turn this motherfucker. Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it Somebody better turn this motherfucker. Turn this motherfucker up and nobody ain’t gonna turn me down See I'm rolling down bout to kill the track In the booth am I burning now? Know that I like, face down, ass up turn down The way I swept that shit out, Feel like you done ran 30 miles Young nigga with a dirty fright My bitch she got a dirty mouth So much work I lose weight, know what I’m talking bout Kevin loud Know what I’m talking motherfucker, All my bitches top shelf, all my bitches take drugs, Mollie in their cocktails, fucking ol' Ray J's 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 for the 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 recko 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) 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 better turn this motherfucker. Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it Somebody better turn this motherfucker. From Letras Mania