asian da brat - crunch time lyrics
[intro: vladtv & asian doll]
okay, so you got a single mom with four kids, the, you know, the father just went to jail, i can imagine that being pretty tough
yeah that sh-t was crazy, it was real crazy but it made me who i am
aye, yeah!
[refrain]
deep up in these streets, i was hanging with them drug dealers
it was me and dreanesha, we had two slugs with us
thuggin, i came from nothing, i hung with drug dealers
you can’t take away my heart, it ain’t no love in it
let me tell you ‘bout some real sh-t
i had a deal, but i ain’t wanna have to split sh-t
by december, set a goal, and that’s to get rich
i ain’t got no friends, but it’s okay, i got a mill sitting
[verse 1]
talking to my brother, from a jail cell
i heard the police tell him hang up, you ain’t got no mail
any n-gga disrespect my mother, going to h-ll
i ain’t posting, with no n-gga loving, n-ggas frail
b-tches sucking, snitching disrespecting, other misses
you ain’t in my lane, b-tch you can’t sit up in my breeches
talking like you tough, saw you in person, you ain’t with it
crunching on these b-tches, chocolate glizzed on the kitty
[pre-hook]
crunching on these b-tches, i got hundreds, throwing fifties
crunching on these b-tches, you a hoe, just go and admit it
crunching on these b-tches, heavy weight, you ain’t even fitted
crunching on these b-tches, fix your face and fix your t-tties
[hook]
crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
crunch time, crunch time
[verse 2]
rich n-gga where that bag, wanna orgy with b-tches
last n-gga, went out bad, he a hoe
spot you like a hawk and put your nose up on the scope
if you want some smoke i got a hookah, let it blow
b-tch!
[refrain]
deep up in these streets, i was hanging with them drug dealers
it was me and dreanesha, we had two slugs with us
thuggin, i came from nothing, i hung with drug dealers
you can’t take away my heart, it ain’t no love in it
let me tell you ‘bout some real sh-t
i had a deal, but i ain’t wanna have to split sh-t
by december, set a goal, and that’s to get rich
i ain’t got no friends, but it’s okay, i got a mill sitting
[verse 3]
if the world against me, who gon’ hold my shoulder?
if i wasn’t the doll would you stay down until it’s over?
n-ggas love the moment, different person when they sober
p-ssy so good, know he miss it but it’s over
and it’s so tight like a choker, it’s gon’ hold you
b-tch you ain’t no money, i ain’t speaking cold shoulder
rest in peace my homies, chase the bag until it’s over
if you in my way you get ran over, like a soda
[pre-hook]
crunching on these b-tches, i got hundreds, throwing fifties
crunching on these b-tches, you a hoe, just go and admit it
crunching on these b-tches, heavy weight, you ain’t even fitted
crunching on these b-tches, fix your face and fix your t-tties (b-tch!)
[hook]
crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
crunch time, crunch time
[outro]
rich n-gga where that bag, wanna orgy with b-tches
last n-gga, went out bad, he a hoe
spot you like a hawk and put your nose up on the scope
if you want some smoke i got a hookah, let it blow
b-tch!
deep up in these streets…
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