Crunch Time

[Intro: VladTV & Asian Doll] Okay, so you got a single mom with four kids, the, you know, the father just went to jail, I can imagine that being pretty tough Yeah that shit was crazy, it was real crazy but it made me who I am Aye, yeah! [Refrain] Deep up in these streets, I was hanging with them drug dealers It was me and Dreanesha, we had two slugs with us Thuggin, I came from nothing, I hung with drug dealers You can’t take away my heart, it ain’t no love in it Let me tell you ‘bout some real shit I had a deal, but I ain’t wanna have to split shit By December, set a goal, and that’s to get rich I ain’t got no friends, but it’s okay, I got a Mill sitting [Verse 1] Talking to my brother, from a jail cell I heard the police tell him hang up, you ain’t got no mail Any nigga disrespect my mother, going to hell I ain’t posting, with no nigga loving, niggas frail Bitches sucking, snitching disrespecting, other misses You ain’t in my lane, bitch you can’t sit up in my breeches Talking like you tough, saw you in person, you ain’t with it Crunching on these bitches, chocolate glizzed on the kitty [Pre-Hook] Crunching on these bitches, I got hundreds, throwing fifties Crunching on these bitches, you a hoe, just go and admit it Crunching on these bitches, heavy weight, you ain’t even fitted Crunching on these bitches, fix your face and fix your titties [Hook] Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time Crunch time, crunch time [Verse 2] Rich nigga where that bag, wanna orgy with bitches Last nigga, went out bad, he a hoe Spot you like a hawk and put your nose up on the scope If you want some smoke I got a hookah, let it blow Bitch! [Refrain] Deep up in these streets, I was hanging with them drug dealers It was me and dreanesha, we had two slugs with us Thuggin, I came from nothing, I hung with drug dealers You can’t take away my heart, it ain’t no love in it Let me tell you ‘bout some real shit I had a deal, but I ain’t wanna have to split shit By December, set a goal, and that’s to get rich I ain’t got no friends, but it’s okay, I got a Mill sitting [Verse 3] If the world against me, who gon’ hold my shoulder? If I wasn’t the doll would you stay down until it’s over? Niggas love the moment, different person when they sober Pussy so good, know he miss it but it’s over And it’s so tight like a choker, it’s gon’ hold you Bitch you ain’t no money, I ain’t speaking cold shoulder Rest In Peace my homies, chase the bag until it’s over If you in my way you get ran over, like a soda [Pre-Hook] Crunching on these bitches, I got hundreds, throwing fifties Crunching on these bitches, you a hoe, just go and admit it Crunching on these bitches, heavy weight, you ain’t even fitted Crunching on these bitches, fix your face and fix your titties (bitch!) [Hook] Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time Crunch time, crunch time [Outro] Rich nigga where that bag, wanna orgy with bitches Last nigga, went out bad, he a hoe Spot you like a hawk and put your nose up on the scope If you want some smoke I got a hookah, let it blow Bitch! Deep up in these streets...