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lirik lagu crank that (uncensored) {41 verified} – 41, kyle richh, jenn carter & tata

[intro: kyle richh]
grrah, 4100, there’s 41 guns up
b*tch, kr
ohhh
like, d*mn

[chorus: kyle richh]
in the party i’m not having fun, like (ohhh)
thinkin’ ’bout using my gun (ohhh)
i’m tryna spot me a, like (o)
i’m tryna make me a blunt (like, what?)
you gon’ tell them the truth?
like, they got beat and went straight to the stu’ (stu’)
stomp*stomp, that sh*t was cute
notti is dead and edoty is too (notti !)

[verse 1: kyle richh]
b*tch, came with thirty, i left with eleven
on his body, don’t let ’em get lost
like, we made a movie on* (d*mn)
what the f*ck? (doumbouya)
how you alive? (how you alive?)
stop the dissin’, get out the kitchen
like, when is you comin’ outside? (b*tch!)
two*two deep, when i’m on they side (i’m on they side)
brodie oot’ like a piston
ka*kartii laughin’, we already blitzed ’em (kartii!)
i could never do bad on a mission (b*tch!)
walk*walk down (grrah), walk down just to better the distance (grrah)
like he can’t run, there ain’t no way to run
[verse 2: jenn carter]
i keep f*ckin’ my vision, this sh*t got me trippin’
b*tch, ‘migos i’m sippin’ (what?)
lotto stay on that timing, i call ‘em, he cl!ckin’ (cl!ckin’)
and she love how i’m drippin’ (grrah)
that .40 like soccer the way that it’s kickin’ (kickin’)
like, what? (grrah) who really on that? (what?)
brodie got put on the floor like a doormat (doormat)
n*ggas talkin’, but where you perform at? (grrah)
and if he got no motion, then i can’t support that, b*tch (support that, b*tch)
like, that’s the sound of the chop (grrah)
jah woo, he came with a knock (like, what?), if dee in the spot then it’s a billion shots, grrah (grrah, grrah, boom)
up first, no hesitation, dot on his noggin’ (dot on his noggin) we makin’ him famous (grrah, grrah)
like, she a baddie, she lovin’ my fragrance

[verse 3: dee billz]
she a, she a thottie, throw it in rotation (she a thottie!)
in the booth, and it’s wock’ in my cup (wocky)
got two thots, i don’t know who to rump (i don’t know who to what?)
thot*thot b*tch, shake it, for some runtz, dissing on my* (she gon’ shake it)
she feelin’ the gun (grrah)
like grrah, my sh*t don’t got no safety
bro rock ’em to sleep like a baby (rock ’em to sleep)
all*all of my opps be dyin’, (be dyin’) sh*t crazy i laugh wit’ a [?]
inna*inna spot she a baddie wit’ motion, i’m tryna dive in that ocean (dive in that ocean)
keep it a p, i don’t got no emotion
want no baby, i gotta hit wit’ a trojan (trojan)
in the party sippin’ casamigos (casa, casa), might switch it and pour up the henny (pour up the henny)
dooptie askin’, “where is jenny?” (where is jenn?) told ’em she gon’ be here in like 22
two thots, and they both twins, i’m tryna go for the win (go for the dub)
strike her down, like a pin, leave her drippin’, down her chin (she a thot)
she in the party, wit’ the barbies
i’m wit’ the steppers, the f*ck is a ken? (the f*ck is a ken?)
like, f*ck it might kick it to (ahhh)
like, f*ck i want her and her friend
[chorus: kyle richh and tata]
in the party i’m not having fun, like (ohhh)
thinkin’ ’bout using my gun (ohhh)
i’m tryna spot me a, like (o)
i’m tryna make me a blunt (like, what?)
you gon’ tell them the truth?
like, they got beat and went straight to the stu’ (stu’)
stomp*stomp, that sh*t was cute
notti is dead and edotty is too
41 shots to the head, b*tch!

[verse 4: tata]
grrah, somebody tell me why he sound like a b*tch more than jenny (ddot!)
since they diss, it’s about to get heavy, i might on chester posted wit’ the jetty (d*mn)
like, i might slide wit’ .30 in the clip, and when i leave i bet this sh*t be empty (empty)
they wanna talk money, n*gga i got plenty
this .40 gon’ bark, this sh*t gon’ sound like confetti (boom, boom, boom)
like, if i hop out this car, i’mma spark ’em (ohh)
stomach shot, i might parallel park ’em (ohh)
13 in this rocket, harden (ohh), put the dot on his head, i ain’t missin’ my target (grrah)
huh, when i’m off the ‘erky i told her don’t f*ck up my vibe
and they mans keep dyin’, they don’t go and pick up a gun, they just go to the stu’ and they cry (ahhhh)
like, b*tch

- 41 kyle richh jenn carter tata

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