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bart kobain - krank it up lyrics

[intro]

yeah,i’m making update moves now
shout out to mike, don t, skrizz, doom
we got dr cuz on the faders man
and it’s bct for life dawg, but they already know

[verse 1]

yeah, krank it up
pop a bottle mix it up
excellence, gotta cop that crib in france
on the move, we ain’t got no time to dance
ice not rice sill they call me uncle benz
that n-gga hot they feel the heat until hawaii
my brain a safe there’s only money on my mind
told a cop go f-ck yourself i’ll pay no fine yeah
went to jail just for the night ok that’s fine yeah
wish i could turn ya girl into my concubine
no tequila if they haven’t bought some lime
my life a b-tch i try to make her look sublime
ugly creature i might call her frankenstein huh
b-tch i bite no one
neither bite my tongue
if i don’t say a word
i’m busy with a bong
is that old school flex
call it cheech and chong
i’d be popin brazy
if i was from the brox
loaded like a liner you can never stop the cruise
oh they left with st-tches while we only had few bruises
so to celebrate it all my n-ggas brought some booze
last night’s party barely put us on the news bruh
is it really wrong to hit it right than disappear ?
lady there’s no time for us to go to applebee’s
only facts i know a n-gga b-tching like tyresse
she cheated on you and still f-ck her,b-tch pleease !

[hook]

b-tch pleeease
you sound stu-pid, b-tch pleeease
you done f-ck-up, b-tch pleeease
b-tch please
b-tch please
n-gga pleeease huh

b-tch pleeease
you sound stu-pid, b-tch pleeease
you done f-ck-up, b-tch pleeease
b-tch please, n-gga please
b-tch pleeease

[verse 2]

f-ck a hoe,like adobe we go pro
helen cute, is she really worth a war ?
p-ssy n-ggas they be sweeter than a brownie
my crew united came to score, wayne rooney
i spazz too fas, ain’t no rewinding me back n-gga
she got an -ss that gon make you blow a stack n-gga
always chillin in the booth, ain’t no pressure home
word to mahery :”break it down till the break of dawn”
pedal to the metal
we ain’t braking either
young n-gga with the dope
ain’t no need no needle
guess what imma do
sn-tch ya chicks and beers
i was born to beer alive with a jupiler
she candy nose, at least she knows
that overdose, i never pause
my weapon real, the case is closed
yeah you got b-tches, well i got bros

[hook]

b-tch pleeease
you sound stu-pid, b-tch pleeease
you done f-ck-up, b-tch pleeease
b-tch please
b-tch please
n-gga pleeease huh

b-tch pleeease
you sound stu-pid, b-tch pleeease
you done f-ck-up, b-tch pleeease
b-tch please, n-gga please
b-tch pleeease

- bart kobain lyrics

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