Cancion : Crunk Inc.
Artista : Crime Mob
Album : Crime Mob
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-crunk-inc-de-crime-mob


[Intro: Killa C]
Aye
Crunk Incorporated
We ain't taking nothing this year
We coming straight for you
We talking 'bout getting crunk, nigga
Fuck that shit you talking, nigga
When I see your ass nigga
This how shit gon' pop off
This how shit gon' go down from here on out, nigga
So we gotta tell y'all niggas what's the fuck up
Cyco Black, let 'em know

[Hook: Cyco Black]
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking
Fuck that nonsense, nigga, I'm outside (what's up?)
You got a problem with my clique? I'm outside (what's up?)
I got my gun in my motherfucking ride (what's up?)
We bussing heads, so you bitches better hide

[Verse 1: Lil Jay]
Crunk to the motherfucking I.N.C
Migraine, Black, and Killa behind me
Mob in the street with Crunk and A.D
So I dare that nigga to come and try me
Dare that nigga to walk my street
Watch me cock it back and let go
Coming up popular, he's a fuck nigga
I'ma let his ass know he ain't nothing but a hoe
Fuck your words, your words don't mean shit
All that talking will get your ass hit
Beat your bitch with a baseball bat
I'll ratta-tat-tat on your ass real quick
This real shit and I don't play games
A.T.L. be my domain
Creep your cast and beat your ass
So fuck that shit you talking, mane

[Hook: Cyco Black]
Fuck that nonsense, nigga, I'm outside (what's up?)
You got a problem with my clique? I'm outside (what's up?)
I got my gun in my motherfucking ride (what's up?)
We bussing heads, so you bitches better hide
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking

[Verse 2: Princess]
Yeah, bitch, fuck that shit that you talking
Go get your clique and start walking
My crew too thick, so get off me
Two fuck with you, I got forty
Peeping the scene, so don't test me
Hoe, don't try me, I stay ready
Your shirt gon' be so damn heavy
I snipe your ass like I'm Wesley
Got a problem, I solve it
So hoe let's take it outside
Revolver tucked in my pocket
I'm feeling what in my ride
Bussing heads is my specialty
One like me, you will never see
Hoe, you know I'm with M.O.B
Wanna buck? It's whatever, G

[Verse 3: M.I.G.]
Keep on popping, I'ma show you just how deep we are
Y'all niggas think y'all buck? We'll have y'all seeing stars
You'll think you're touching Mars 'cause we some assassins
A second blasting at whoever that be shit talking
So do not get smart, bitch, 'cause here we running things
Ain't got no time for lames, just 'bout that money, mane
Just watch me spray some flames
Get up, release some anger
I keep sixteen in the clip, and one off in the chamber

[Hook: Cyco Black]
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking
Fuck that shit that you talking, fuck that shit that you talking
Fuck that nonsense, nigga, I'm outside (what's up?)
You got a problem with my clique? I'm outside (what's up?)
I got my gun in my motherfucking ride (what's up?)
We bussing heads, so you bitches better hide

[Outro: Lil Jay]
A'ight, a'ight
A'ight, a'ight
A'ight, a'ight
A'ight, a'ight


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