"(SKIT) Crash Out Radio" lyrics

This is P-I-M-P Radio
I am your host, the vet, not the pet, leave a bitch pussy 'til it drip-drop wet
You already know we checkin' in one time in Atlanta, Georgia
You know what I'm sayin'? I got people on the line right now, they buzzin' out, they crashin' out
They don't know what the fuck to do
Ayy, man, like caller number one, what's happenin'? What's happenin'? What goin' on?
I'm crashin' out
Hey, man, man, I just jumped over 20, this shit here packed, motherfuckin' lane to lane (Damn)
My AC don't work and my bitch ain't tryna work either
Man, I need you to get me out this motherfuckin' traffic jam before I crash out (We got your shit covered, my boy)
I ain't even from 'round here, I'm just down here, I should've never brought my country ass to Atlanta
Ayy, well, you better look down and look around
Ayy, uh, I got, I got, I got another lady on the line
Ayy, baby, ayy, what the fuck you 'bout to crash out about?
I'm crashin' out
This nigga got me at his motherfuckin' job
He don't even got no fuckin' job, like I wan' meet the manager (He ain't got no job?)
Dante, where the fuck you at? I'm here with a play and our two kids
I'm out here packin' boxes, nigga (Damn)
Pickin' up hours that don't even exist, nigga, where you at? (Ayy)
I'm crashin' out
Dante, you better get on the clock 'fore that bitch change the locks
Baby, don't crash out, don't crash out
Ayy, we got the traffic jam comin' up next
I am the host, the V-E-P, not the P-E-T
So, baby, bring me my money, you're locked in to Crash Dummy
I'm crashin' out

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