(Hook)
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it, oh
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it oh
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
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Somebody better turn this motherfucker.
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
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Somebody better turn this motherfucker.
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Okay okay okay
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I crank it, I crank it, I’ma beast put me in cage
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All my cribs are dated, she saw the shit like she crazy
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My chain it up in Las Vegas, my dick is hard in payment
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Every song to write is her favourite,
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She rocking mike on stage,
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How far this hoe them paper chase,
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Big ass chain like flavor flave
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All yell up, diamonds on
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My bracelet look like coaster take
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My coupe then my girls come topless,
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My bitch hotter than august
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I’m in the hood, drink a beer,
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Think I’m weird like Dennis Rodman
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I’m cash make her ass shake, finally rich congratulations
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Smoke so much weed think I'm half jamaican
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Around with the pump no gas station
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Five chains, five rings, look like I'm tryin to play for quarter
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Pimp my hoes like Rick James, make em money all I’m good for it
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Your girlfriend is my preference, I lock her down like detectives,
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Better go through her texts, she suck my dick she congested
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No wonder why you neglected, she get me brain like she test it
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I fuck her, I cuff her, then I sell her back on craig's list.
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(Hook)
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it, oh
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it oh
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
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Somebody better turn this motherfucker.
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
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Somebody better turn this motherfucker.
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Turn this motherfucker up and nobody ain’t gonna turn me down
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See I'm rolling down bout to kill the track
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In the booth am I burning now?
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Know that I like, face down, ass up turn down
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The way I swept that shit out,
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Feel like you done ran 30 miles
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Young nigga with a dirty fright
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My bitch she got a dirty mouth
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So much work I lose weight, know what I’m talking bout Kevin loud
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Know what I’m talking motherfucker,
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All my bitches top shelf, all my bitches take drugs,
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Mollie in their cocktails, fucking ol' Ray J's girls,
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She ask me do not tell, almost hit the whole cast,
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But I never ran through cocktail,
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Bitches calling my line, purple all of my mind,
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Two chains for the the room with the drake,
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But I’m so shy, no lie,
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Dope girl so fly like sincere he show time,
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Right here reckless like recko
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Tell em hang it up close line,
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Said I can’t rhyme, what?
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But heard to the great vine
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That I’m with tam and toe and assist to the same time
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(Hook)
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it, oh
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it oh
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
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Somebody better turn this motherfucker.
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Crank it, crank it, crank it, crank it
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Somebody better turn this motherfucker.
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Crank It
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| Yung Berg, Mia Rey & Jordan Hollywood |
