Bones x Na$ty Matt - CrankDatDeadBoy | Текст песни

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• Bones x Na$ty Matt
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[Hook]
Lean to the right, then i lean to the left
Hundred blunts to the neck, now I feel like death
Crank that dead boy [x4]
Lean back, let it snap, do your thang on that bitch, boy
It's 2007 let it bang on that bitch
Crank that dead boy [x4]

[Verse 1: Bones]
Stepping on the scene in some cold white Bapes
Rubberband wrist with the princess cut chain
I be pulling out the lot, four wheeler switching lanes
Cliché, everything bling bling, golden ring
Bathtub full of cash [???] the glass
[???], take your life when I pass
Hundred one dimebags, smoking so the time pass
Jolly Rancher candy paint, dripping like [???]
People call me Ice man, chain like a lighthouse
T-Mobile Sidekicking, Bones so iced out
13 beepers I got 36 phones
62 whips and they all on chrome
Couple butter seats, bitch my leather so soft
Somewhere in your city with the top blown off
Money out the roof, bitch we all dying soon
Step right, step left as I dance to my tune

[Hook]
Lean to the right, then I lean to the left
Hundred blunts to the neck, now I feel like death
Crank that dead boy [x4]

[Verse 2: Na$ty Matt]
Bet you can't do it like me, I [???]
Starting to see space ships on bankhead
Sidekick filled up with blockheads
Rubberband man, keep the block fed
Lean back then pop [???]
Pop 3 pills then we pop some more
Pop a [???] and drink it slow
You pass away and that's how it goes
Money rolls, cars and clothes
That's how all my partners roll
Black hearse on 24's
That's how all the dead boys roll
Multi color Bathing Ape, looking like a star
Paint dripping, pussy dripping when I step out of the car
When i pull up to the scene
I can tell they don't like me now
[???] make a bobblehead wipe me down
Put your number in my phone, then leave me alone
VVS stones, leave the herringbone at home
Freak in the black, Bones breaking down a sack
Lean back then snap, let your bones crack
And fall back, pop a pill, that make you wanna kill
Lean back, do your dance and then, you're dead for real

[Hook x2]
Lean to the right, then i lean to the left
Hundred blunts to the neck, now I feel like death
Crank that dead boy [x4]