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Paroles de la chanson Crash Yo Whip par Babyfxce E

(Hop in, hop in, nigga)
Yeah
Real striker music, nigga
Bitch (Yeah)
Huh, huh, huh (Bitch)

This the type of shit that make you crash your whip, huh
This the type of shit that make you flash your hold on
This the type of the shit hold on, bitch
Hold on (Come on)
Huh, yeah

This the type of shit that make you crash your whip, huh

This the type of shit that make you flash the stick
I drunk all the lean in my cup, now I'm pissed
I know just how to set a nigga up, get a bitch

Glock 23 pick him up, it's a Lyft
The reason why this bitch so stuck, 'cause this dick
Micro Draco and it got a hundred in the clip
Had to pin her ass down 'cause she kept runnin' from the dick, hold on
Like a dyke bitch, I'm finna pull a strap out (Bitch)
You can wash my dirty clothes and pull a rack out
Should've been got a verse 'cause, boy, you gettin' taxed now
Finna pick some pussy up just to get it smacked down (Damn)

I done fucked my money up, but it's back now (Up)
Turnt the bitch up, now she think she that now
This an ARP .300 Blackout
Grab all the strikers from the D, bitch, that's Scat Town (Strike Town)
Sorry I ain't text you, bae, I had to change the motor (Yop)
My bitch make me mad again, I'ma change my ho up
Hit a nigga in his wig, make him change his fro up
Too many people know where I live, had to change my lo' up

This the type of shit that make you crash your whip (On God)
This the type of shit that make you flash your man
This the type of this shit hold on, bitch (Yeah)

Hold on, what I say? Huh, yeah (Bitch)

This the type of shit that make you crash your whip, huh
This the type of shit that make you flash the stick
I drunk all the lean in my cup, now I'm pissed
I know just how to set a nigga up, get a bitch (Huh)
This the type of shit that make you crash your whip, huh (Yop)
This the type of shit that make you flash the stick (Nigga)
I drunk all the lean in my cup, now I'm pissed
I know just how to set a nigga up, get a bitch (Striker Boys)

Striker Gang, Striker Boys, y'all know what it is (Yeah)

If they really want your whip, they comin' to your crib
They wanna hang out the window while I slide the whip
Take a striker to the tint shop, bitch, I need five percent
Use that same whip to slide down the block (Bitch)
We ain't doin' donuts this time, we ridin' with the chop
It's all bad bitches at the car meet, they all takin' shots (Shots, shots)
Y'all the Striker Boys? Okay, y'all the one that make 'em hot
Alright, y'all the one that make 'em swaps (Uh-huh)
I'm out of gas, that's the only thing gon' make me stop (On God)

Told a bitch to move her hand, she keep tryna make me stop
Hellcats and hoes, that's the only thing that make me smile

This the type of shit that make you crash your whip, huh
This the type of shit that make you flash the stick
I drunk all the lean in my cup, now I'm pissed
I know just how to set a nigga up, get a bitch
This the type of shit that make you crash your whip, huh
This the type of shit that make you flash the stick
I drunk all the lean in my cup, now I'm pissed
I know just how to set a nigga up, get a bitch

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