Lyrics Father – Crush It Up
Text:
Intro:
Crush it up and snort it
Verse 1:
More ay, they want more ay
I got the stamina for the bitch and the court case
And a lil bit more for the foreplay
I don’t like foreplay, she like foreplay
Want the keys to the third and the fourth place
And if these numbers don’t lie
I come in first second third and fourth place
I ain’t been asleep in like four days
Nah bitch I’m not sleeping with Courtney
I don’t like to fuck around in the workplace
But I still get down with the foreplay
(Ay, crush it up) I’m a little wavy, uhhmmm yeahhh
Yup, imported, crush it up and snort it
Need a bad bitch look like she might get deported
Only want me for my fortune
Prolly in a store like boy can you afford it?
Wouldn’t have came in if I couldn’t drop a stack
Wouldn’t have came in if she wasn’t on her back
Twerk, make it hurt, baby pop a percocet
I ain’t put in work, you ain’t least hurt cha neck
Witch went to school for six months
Only thing the bitch fuckin’ passed was the blunt
We was in the same class, only thing a nigga fuckin grasped was the cunt
Yeah that bitch got strep throat
Make my stomach hurt a nigga need some pepto
New money nigga, I don’t eat no leftovers
Hook:
If this bitch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this bitch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this bitch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this bitch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
Verse 2:
Hey, scoop that, head up to my new pad
Roof back, yeah we got the roof back
New pack, ridin’ with a new pack
Hey, who cat? Huh? Who dat?
Let it breathe
x8
As I drink my drink that I’m sure somebody spit in
With one bitch, tryna get another’s attention
Xans and the gin and the wine got me anxious
Last time I felt this way I felt anguish
Niggas think I ain’t shit
Guess what bitch I ain’t shit
The party isn’t over til we start to feel the acid
And I’m deep inside her chassis and my dick go flaccid
So glo’d up like why I show up
Yup, ay gotta show love
Fuck all these niggas think they still know us
Yup, playin’ in her thang, pinky rang smell like twang
And she like cocaine, got a thing for dangalang
Yeah I keep gold chain gold grill gold thangs
Cause I don’t like to search, want a bitch that want my worth
Hook:
If this bitch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this bitch is the devil, send me straight to Hell, send me straight to Hell
If this bitch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this bitch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
If this bitch is the devil, send me straight to Hell, send me straight to Hell
If this bitch is the devil, think I wanna go to Hell
Outro:
If evil is lustful and attractive
Bitch, I’m all about that action
