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Flava 2 Da Crunk
::VERSE 1::
Came from tha boogie down,
Straight to Agg-town
Hat drop it low,
That's how I choose to roll now,
Had to leave the mall,
9 o clock tha Parks close down,
No need to go home,
Cause my night ain't fully over now,
Wherever my car stops,
That's where we throw down,
Ain't now use in paying dem dollars,
To go clubbin now'
It's about time, that I represent now,
Here's how my flava,
Made it to tha durtty south,
::CHORUS::
Baby this is how we,
Shake a lil but,
Get on the grind,
Playas pop ya collars,
Pimps cop a dime,
Bump this on a Saturday nite,
Deep in tha club,
Break em off dj,
Turn my shhh up
Flava to the crunk,
Bump this in ur ear,
From ur bass to ur speakers,
To ur trunk,
Baby this is how we…
::VERSE 2::
Pull up to the spot,
Jump out tha ride,
Soon as we arrive,
Gangst's tip and ride,
See that hustla's ova there,
They always's on tha grind,
Tryna make that buck,
Ain't no shame in tha grind,
We keep it gutty down here,
Gotta keep it real,
In tha club we drop it low,
Talk that mess we throw dem bows-
That's why I always hold it down,
Gotta do this for my town,
R&B and Hip Hop,
Comin' straight for tha crown,
And befor I let yall go,
I just gotta let yall know that,
It's about time that I represent now,
Here's how my flava,
Made it to tha durtty south,
::CHORUS::
::RAP::
Jamaica to New York
Texas to ATL,
We droppin it,
Shakin it
Give you something for your heartburn,
Bringing u some more,
Some heat for ur front door,
Give you something hot,
Blow up ur spot,
Gonna turn up tha heat,
And make ur dance bones pop,
Jumpin, Clubbin,
Ain't no use in frontin'
We got what u want,
And you know it's a must man,
Spicy like mustard and ketchup on ur buns,
Like what I got in my bag full of hits,
Let me show you what I got,
Let me show u who I am,
I got tha ish to make ya dance,
Cause I got that flava for ur ear,
Got that crunk for ur funk,
Put that bass in ur system,
So music won't be bunk,
Ain't no slippin' in my pimpin,
Ain't no faults in my walk,
Gotta quiet on down,
Let that angelbaby talk.
::CHORUS (2x)::
::OUTRO::
New York, shake it, shake it,
Bx shake it, shake it,
Texas shake it, shake it,
Durrty south shake it, shake it,
Everybody shake,
Go head n' shake somethin'
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Go head n' shake somethin'
Everybody shake,
Durrty south shake it, shake it,
Texas shake it, shake it,
Bx shake it, shake it,
New York, shake it, shake it,
::OUTRO::
::CHORUS (2x)::
Let that angelbaby talk.
Gotta quiet on down,
Ain't no faults in my walk,
Ain't no slippin' in my pimpin,
So music won't be bunk,
Put that bass in ur system,
Got that crunk for ur funk,
Cause I got that flava for ur ear,
I got tha ish to make ya dance,
Let me show u who I am,
Let me show you what I got,
Like what I got in my bag full of hits,
Spicy like mustard and ketchup on ur buns,
And you know it's a must man,
We got what u want,
Ain't no use in frontin'
Jumpin, Clubbin,
And make ur dance bones pop,
Gonna turn up tha heat,
Blow up ur spot,
Give you something hot,
Some heat for ur front door,
Bringing u some more,
Give you something for your heartburn,
Shakin it
We droppin it,
Texas to ATL,
Jamaica to New York
::RAP::
::CHORUS::
Made it to tha durtty south,
Here's how my flava,
It's about time that I represent now,
I just gotta let yall know that,
And befor I let yall go,
Comin' straight for tha crown,
R&B and Hip Hop,
Gotta do this for my town,
That's why I always hold it down,
Talk that mess we throw dem bows-
In tha club we drop it low,
Gotta keep it real,
We keep it gutty down here,
Ain't no shame in tha grind,
Tryna make that buck,
They always's on tha grind,
See that hustla's ova there,
Gangst's tip and ride,
Soon as we arrive,
Jump out tha ride,
Pull up to the spot,
::VERSE 2::
Baby this is how we…
To ur trunk,
From ur bass to ur speakers,
Bump this in ur ear,
Flava to the crunk,
Turn my shhh up
Break em off dj,
Deep in tha club,
Bump this on a Saturday nite,
Pimps cop a dime,
Playas pop ya collars,
Get on the grind,
Shake a lil but,
Baby this is how we,
::CHORUS::
Made it to tha durtty south,
Here's how my flava,
It's about time, that I represent now,
To go clubbin now'
Ain't now use in paying dem dollars,
That's where we throw down,
Wherever my car stops,
Cause my night ain't fully over now,
No need to go home,
9 o clock tha Parks close down,
Had to leave the mall,
That's how I choose to roll now,
Hat drop it low,
Straight to Agg-town
Came from tha boogie down,
::VERSE 1::
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| tlava 1 ra drunk |
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| vFlava cDa Cunk |
| Fvlava Dca Curnk |
| dlava sa Cdunk |
| dFlava sDa |
| Fdlava Dsa Crdunk |
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| Fava D C4runk |
| Falva Da Cr4unk |
| Fkava Dz Cgunk |
| Fklava Dza Cgrunk |
| Flkava Daz Crgunk |
| Foava Dq Ctunk |
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| Folava Dqa Ctrunk |
| Floava Daq Crtunk |
| Fpava Ds C5unk |
| Fplava C5runk |
| Flpava Das Cr5unk |
| Flaava Dw Cfunk |
| Flva Dwa |
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| Flvaa Daw Crfunk |
| Flzva Dx Ceunk |
| Flzava Cerunk |
| Flazva Dax Creunk |
| Flqva Cruunk |
| Flqava Crnk |
| Flaqva Crnuk |
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| Flsva Crhnk |
| Flsava Crhunk |
| Flasva Cruhnk |
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