"Crank Dat" lyrics

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The fuck you mean you don't know DJ Marc B?
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Aye, okay
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I'm in that mode right now
Go harder, baby, you can bite down
From the oz to the pound
Got X, got up, God damn
We was chillin' he got left in the longue
East Side Roosevelt [?]
Got oz but I'm not bozo
On a brick road, just like Toto
I don't tell on my dog, I don't know though
I don't need [?]
Every second, man, a nigga get a download
Beat a nigga ass and it goin' viral
Shawty really sent life in a spiral
Got your bitch in the room hitting high notes
I ain't see nothin' out my eyeball
I been gettin' money on the high though
I'm geeked, I'm geeked, I'm geeked
But bitch I'm fye though

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Ay, Smash
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Ay
Yuh
Decatur for real
East Side
Smash

East Atlanta eastside inside
In Decatur, niggas kidnap for ransom
I'm the shit [?] no Pampers
Black [?]
Young hoe movin' packs through [?]
She eatin' grits with the eggs, scrambled
Just look at the flick of my wrist
Doin' donuts in the pot like [?]
Black boy, white boy [?]
White bitchin givin' head [?]
Do this shit for my kid like Wayne
[?]
Precision drive [?]
Watch your mouth, I don't tolerate slander
We the ones havin' motion in Atlanta

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Aye, okay

Maybach truck be bouncin'
Deliver the baby by ounces
You should trap to Larenz Tate
I used to have fun in the Section 8
I think that God don't make mistakes
I think I'm Bansky, and I paint her face
And I really appreciate
Man, I been patient, I sit and I wait
Aye, yuh
Ain't no doctor, but I know what to prescribe her
Man, these hoes be givin', man, these hoes be rowdy
Bitch, shut up do your job like Kim Kardashian
I just want this money cause that's what's happenin'

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