Young savage i gotta give it to em
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Come on
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Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up
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Say hello to tha nigga dat came from nuttin
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Now i got boo koo whips boo koo chips boo koo clips im thuggin
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Everywhere i go i get hoes my girl be buggin
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And i fuck wit nuttin but killas nigga i aint bluffin
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The block hot like dat got damn oven my team got weight we steaks yall chicken McNuggets
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Death right around tha corna comin for me it aint nuttin. im out chea wit a machine somethin dats green somethin.
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But i be clean as a whistle dou come on playa get ya hoe she tryin to kiss me like we standin unda the missletoe.
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Bogaurdin dat pussywhole. man we had dat same bitch at da six suckin dick doin tootsie roll
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Mane yall lil bitches aint shit couldnt make 10 Gs if one of deez niggas gave yall a brick
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Yall fakin yall shit, imitatin my hits, im takin ova what a nigga got to say about da shit
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Stop playin man i hope you lil niggas ready i heard da streets out hea yellin for webbie im tellin you nigga stop playin
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Yall nigga betta get on ya shit or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious cuz im sayin the savage work to hard for dis imma get to da top of
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Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up
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Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up nigga
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Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up
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I'll leave one of yall lil rap niggas stankin before this rap i was hangin
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What da fuck yall lil rap niggas thankin
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While you was gettin ya grades up
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I was gettin my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous
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Dey tellin me commercial my flow but Bun B said no
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Keep it gutta lil nigga dont change it up
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Yall pussy niggas hang it up hollin trill yall aint us
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Boo gave me a light and a mike told me crank it up
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Partna i got ya you just chill and watch me take over dat streets and have dees niggas freaks jockin
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We been distributers so lets distrubt hits and profits
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Im all real so aint no way in hell dey can stop us
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Leave my niggas da blocks and get dis legal money poppin
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And ride and smoke doja dat potion da top droppin
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Da heat unda the seat rims spinnin all chrome
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TVs fliippin Cell phone and i aint lyin dat nigga on
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Im in da streets like dem yellow lines or a new SUV, Im in da hood all da time like a burned CD
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SOME g NIKEs or some Jays or some fresh ass rees
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Hard, soft, pills, weed, rain, snow, hail, sleet.
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And i aint goin home until everythang gone it dont neva take long
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I keep orders on my phone
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Wit a sick click wit me wit a big clip wit me
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Wit dat good white pretty big zip 650
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Im da eat on da streets a beast on da beats
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Da puzzle to the peice dey need to make dis industry complete
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Ill run it so neat, so fresh, so clean.
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I can go on any street no vest wearin bling
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Im trill young savage i do my thing straight no king no prince no queen
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And imma leave it right dea
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Wish a nigga get crunk
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I aint shootin no curves no slurs straight pumps
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[Chorus]
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Crank It Up
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| Webbie |
