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lirik lagu get crunk/what you mad for? – yamine

(intro: yamine)
yeah! yamine shoutout to the best group ever! three6mafia! i know i’m midwest, but i still gotta pay homage dawg!!!

(hook: yamine)
get crunk in this b*tch
get crunk in this b*tch
get crunk in this b*tch
get crunk in this b*tch
what you mad for? b*tch!!
what you mad for? b*tch!!
what you mad for? b*tch!!
get crunk in this b*tch
i ain’t neva been a hoe
get crunk in this b*tch
get crunk in this b*tch
what you mad for? b*tch!!
what you mad for? b*tch!!
get crunk in this b*tch
get crunk in this b*tch
get crunk in this b*tch

(verse 1: yamine)
i like my ogs so paying homage my go get her (yeah!)
i’m not r kelly ain’t no b*tches i’mma p*ss on (f*ck you!)
i p*ss on all you capping ass rappers straight b*tch hoes (b*tch!)
just because we family don’t make us kinfolk (coon!)
(verse 2: yamine)
i ain’t never been no hoe, all my opps is getting smoked (yessir!)
pull up in the rove, he gon’ see a holy ghost (jesus!)
i f*ck a n*gga wife, didn’t know she was a thot [yeah hoe!]
riding on this c*ck, nonstop, in the parking lot (d*mn!)

(verse 3: yamine)
i be with the triggerrrs, drunk off that liquorrrr
always on patron’ avion is the drinkkaaaa
call*up an old crush, i forgot her name was ninnnaaaa
successful with the art, didn’t know she a freakkaaaaa

(verse 4: yamine)
trilling and k!lling we drilling these n*ggas we smoking on the bud
i f*cking these hoes, i’m doing these shows, i did the devil’s does!
trippy vibes, island guys, tee grizz, does his duty
eminem g.o.t nolifeshaq k!ll em

(hook: yamine)
get crunk in this b*tch
get crunk in this b*tch
get crunk in this b*tch
wget crunk in this b*tch
what you mad for? b*tch!!
what you mad for? b*tch!!
what you mad for? b*tch!!
get crunk in this b*tch
i ain’t neva been a hoe
get crunk in this b*tch
get crunk in this b*tch
what you mad for? b*tch!!
what you mad for? b*tch!!
get crunk in this b*tch
get crunk in this b*tch
get crunk in this b*tch
(verse 5: yamine)
gta 5 with a nine i put it to his chest (yeah!)
blood gang i use to rep until i got pressed (n*gga!)
n*gga lying all the time yeah feeling all stressed (oh!)
ogs told me not to do that sh*t i felt a threat (yeah!)

(verse 5: yamine)
i ain’t never been the type of n*gga to fold in a beef (no)
when you see me it’s on sight, leave his body in the streets (uh huh)
all this homage from one dude, soldiers steppin duke duece[yeah hoe]
memphis tenn, ind, young dolph is the truth[yeah hoe]

(verse 6: yamine)
i’m sick of all these haterrrrrssss
these hoes p*ssy just like cratterrrrssss
i can’t tell time but my 9 is the makerrrrrrr
ship*shift shakerrrrr
money fraudulent he a cakerrrrr
g*y ass n*gga put the d*ck in his bakerrrr

(verse 7: yamine)
i’m flowing and showing the industry my talented lyrical ability
subliminal disses to rappers and enemies, i rather address this individually
addicted to ink and typing letters on word, making thousands of songs that don’t release
soundcloud pow how bow wow og in this thing

- yamine

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