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    I'm gettin' tweaky, I'm headin' out, bitch, I'm on to somethin'
    I stray just like a dog, addicted to that heavy fucking
    I wanna get on it, jump on him, ride it until the mornin'
    I'm leavin' this party, it's shit, and all of these bitches boring

    Call up your dealer, it's that time of night
    Let me get you right, let me get you right
    Crank it, uh
    Turn up the speakers, do not piss me off
    Paris to New York, what you standin' for?
    Crank it, uh

    I stay straight, I stay bad, I keep my finger on the trigger
    I'm so wet, my hoes bad, if I get drunk, might have to ring her
    She pick up, then we fuck, I get so gay off that tequila
    I need some dick for Tuesday, let me go put out some feelers

    Crank it, uh

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    He wanna fuck Slayyyter, Richard, we should link later
    Get to my hotel and suck him off in the elevator
    Saint Laurent jacket on the ground, I'm a money maker
    I spill the salt shaker, buckle bunny, bad behavior

    Bitch, I'm on junkie time, drop dimes, big truck, crank up
    Sublime, that's right, that's right, that's what I fuckin' like
    Can't say no sentences right, my eyes go blind, my mind is fine
    It's uh, alright, alright, alright

    Crank it, uh

    I stay straight, I stay bad, I keep my finger on the trigger
    I'm so wet, my hoes bad, if I get drunk, might have to ring her
    She pick up, then we fuck, I get so gay off that tequila
    I need some dick for Tuesday, let me go put out some feelers

    (Crank, crank, crank, crank it) (wow)
    (Crank, crank, crank, crank it) (wow)
    (Crank, crank, crank, crank it)
    (Crank, crank, crank, crank it)

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    Composition: Slayyyter, Wyatt Bernard, and Austin Corona

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