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Muthaf**ka Up - Party Hit Kings
YMCMB rawest niggas doing it
School for the blind I don't
See these niggas doing it
I'm doing it and doing it
And doing it well
Niggas wanna test me
Boy who wanna fail
Hit you like a bully b**ch
Yeah saved by the bell
If you scared go to church
Ill see you in hell
And your girl she a flip give
Me heads or tails
Everybody fake so I got real for sale
Gunpowder fill the air
Rappers shittin on theyself you
Could smell the fear
And these b**ches laying flowers
Cause the king is near
T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear
Niggas softer than baby hair
Why you acting tough heard you
Work at Build-a-bear
Ima a dealer all my girls come in
Deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I construct so
Light this muthaf-cker up
What the funk you beezys want
I'm ready to hump the car I call
It ele-phunk
Trunk in the front
Man she give me good brain
Cause she feel dumb
I just keep going like the bunny
Till I feel numb
Yeah these b**ches want it
I put my mans on it
That 110 Sup that Ferrari Caliornia
Niggas want beef call me Tony Romo
You potatoes on the sofa
Lazy muthaf-ckas why you
Ain't even trying
Rich or die trying why you
Niggas ain't died yet
Wings tattoo yeah forever
On some fly sh*t
And I'm with the business
Skip peon with a ty clip
Stay on the flight yeah Ima trip
Probably up in Paradise chillin
Like Parliaments
Flow got a boner you could say
I'm on some harder sh*t
Bout to make the speaker buss
Crank this muthaF**ka Up
Okay really I get money
I get money like a b**ch
She ain't goin nowhere but
Swear that b**ch a trip
You see how the diamonds
Get to dancing it
Yeah ya money short get
Some pants and sh*t
I be with a ni**a with a big ol dick
Yeah I like them balls you
Be shooting them bricks
F**k you in the game for
B**ch we up three zip and
This game four
Tell em listen couple bad
Bitchess
Out in Kingston kicking
Up bricks and sh*t
Intervention b**ch I pay ya pension
Oh you say what I don't
Pay attention
Yeah these niggas want it
I put my b**ches on it
You know the tattoos got
Nicki initials on it
I put the p**sy on em
Cook em a pot roast
Then pull off in the Ghost
B**ch I do the most
What the funk you beezys want
It ain't your turn better
Have my money
Friday like Big worm
Can't see you niggas you
Like a little germ
B**ches know I'm excellent
Like Mr Burns
See my dick like Butter churn
Baby churn and ya girl with me foshure
That ain't your concern
She forgot about her other man
She will never learn
On a mic till I die RIP chick huh
Yessir colder than the Pittsburgh
Winter fresher than a Will Smith T-Shirt
These spurts coming through
Last King and a hearse
Ask later shoot first got shooters like dirt
When it hurts leave you losers bruised up
Bruce Lee nunchucks
Toe from the floor up though
Duck rubber duck now you like oh shucks
Tell the neighbours I don't give a f**k
Crank This Mutha-F**ka Up
Crank This Mutha-F**ka Up
Crank This Mutha-F**ka Up
Crank This Mutha-F**ka Up
Crank This Mutha-F**ka Up