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About "Somethin 'Bout Kreay" album:
This page contains lyrics from the album "Somethin 'Bout Kreay" by Kreayshawn, which was released in 2012 and consists of 11 songs.
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[Chorus]
[Hey ladies, get gassin
I'ma gas like the cops aint commin
Top down, music loud who's talkin?
Can't hear haters Blasé Blasé
Go crazy, get money
I do my dance like no one saw me
Throwin down like no one taught me
Can't hear haters Blasé Blasé]
Blase Blase
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[2 Chainz]
I got purple in my swisher
Purple in my car
Purple, purple in my wine clap
Purple label up
Grapes what's up
Grape, grape, grapes, what's up
Breakfast
[Kreayshawn]
Breakfast
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[Kreayshawn]
Yeah you bitches callin' me, better talk quick
Only pull it out, if you're smokin' on that bomb shit.
Light it up, pour it up, Asapolous,
I see you lookin hard, but you still missin' this.
Knock knock bitch, I'm commin' down the front door,
Girls think they're mobbin, but they're really just boppin whores.
Close your legs, open ears, and turn up tonight;
I've got that bomb bomb that'll have you feelin right.
Ch00k Ch00k Tare
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Hey bitch, what's up?
You know I'd really like to do that
But I don't have any fucking money
Like I don't have nay fucking money!
Chorus:
Hey bitch, do you really really wanna go hard?
Go in the crib, steal your step father's credit card
And take the car do circles in the parking lot
Scream at the top of my lungs like la la la
Go Hard
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[Sample:]
One big room full of bad bitches
[Hook:]
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother
[Verse 1:]
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Gucci Gucci
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Caught my man cheating, now I’m rolling through the west side
Bout to burn his fuckin’ house down like I’m Left Eye (rest in peace)
Like I’m Left Eye, like I’m Left Eye
Bout to burn this motherfucker down like I’m Left Eye
Heard my man is cheating with another bitch in my house
Now I’m finna make a scene like I’m Amy Winehouse (rest in peace)
Amy Winehouse, Amy Winehouse
Bout to burn this motherfucker down like Amy Winehouse
Left Ey3
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I got strawberry letter 27
I got gold bananas engraved
With my grandmothers title signature
What you got?
I got me a bunch of haters,
Got me a bunch of faders
Be like sayonara see ya laterrr
Jordan's on with the 808 drum
And you bitches can't get none, I'm just so done
Like It Or Love It
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Too early, it's morning
Some reason it's blinding
Just think that we're rolling
How high am I going?
Can you recognize, familiarize?
Tell me how you picture us polarize.
Hey hey hey ah ah ahh
Hey hey hey ah ah ahh
Luv Haus
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Hey summertime,
I really think I'm feelin' you
Especially when you shinin' those beams like you do
Grab one beer
And
A b*tch or maybe two
And hit the sand in the water so I get cool
I see a little lady walkin' with her cheeks out
Summertime
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Uhm, can I have my gold please?
May I have my gold please?
Thank you.
Gold watch
Gold chain,
Keep 'em starin' uh
You can recognize me from my gold earings.
Fuck your paper, that's some old shit
Call it golden girls
The Ruler
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Booty poppin' on the floor
Don't be shy, better beat her score
On the ground or on the table
Stand up quick and make it stable
Like Milian in Dip It Low
Work it freaky girl
While you on the pole
You ain't no ho
Girl we know
We just wanna see that bootyhole
Twerkin
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