Crunk
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Crunk è stato pubblicato il 22 maggio 2026 da GoodTalk come parte dell'album Like Yay 2
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Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Performer
Yaven Malden
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Malden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yaven Malden
Producer
Testi
[Intro]
It's Yaven (Oh)
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
For sure
The hood think I was just broke, ****, I just finally— (Ayy, the boat)
I finally spunked up, **** (****, Huh? Ayy)
I'm spunked, **** (Look, go)
[Chorus]
****, I get crunk (I'm crunk), shit, I might get drunk (What? Huh?)
You know I'm smokin' skunk (Skunk), I just can't fake the funk (Funk)
That kush stay in my lung (Kush), got blue tips in my drum (They blue, frr)
Ayy, when you havin' funds (What? Bah), it make her use her tongue (Bah, bah, bah, bah, for sure)
It make her use her mind (Her mind), we havin' sol like pine (Sol)
No lie, bae, we got kind (What?), no yap, I'm on my grind (No yap)
I got some shit inside this shoebox that would blow your mind (Go)
I put that shit on and my Memphis shit told me I shine (Go, go, go, shine)
[Verse 1]
You would think holes inside his pocket, lil' bruh droppin' dimes (He dropped 'em)
That boy a tattletale (Tellin'), bae got her bag, Chanel (Chanley)
Ayy, I went from rags to riches (Rags), I call up the baddest bitches (I call up bad)
Excuse me, call up the baddest women (Go, yes)
Can't see what we doin' 'cause these glasses tinted (Go, yeah)
10 mil' in my lap, but this five-percented (Five)
I get bored and ride 'round, get it (I get it)
If I leave the house with a ten, then, bitch, that's my limit (That's my limit)
Baby girl thick just like gravy, I gave her some biscuit (Gave her some biscuit)
Vroom, even though her name Ladeja, I bought her some Tiffany (Solid, that's right)
Déjà vu, that shit was a dream, baby, I ball like Kareem (Go, go, go, I ball)
Ayy, I'm tryna touch that down (Touch down)
Ayy, you gotta get on my team (Come here, my team)
Ayy, baby girl, go throw that rump (Fuck), 'cause you came with some cheeks (The bad bitch)
Ayy, baby girl, go throw that wham (Damn), like you with YKNIECE, throw it (Ayy, throw that wham)
Bae, throw that wham in a circle (Uh-huh)
Huh, bae, make it jump like a hurdle (It jump)
Ayy, bae, throwin' shit, look like a turtle
Baby in shape, don't need no girdle (She in shape)
Huh, can't give it to you, I'm fertile (I'm fertile, I can't)
Her mouth wet, a slurper (It's wet)
I'm at her door like Urkel (At her door)
I threw two back at Perkle (I threw two-two)
I know I'm fat, but I go on a run just like a gerbil (I know I'm fat, go on a run)
I play baseball, know how to pitch, so it ain't hard to curve her (I hit a bitch, curve her)
Buy my bread like footlong, I drive the plays like a subway surfer (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I tapped on her clit with this dick, she became a squirter (That bitch a squirter)
Love you from behind, grab her back, she got dimple buns (She got dimples)
I'm not new to money, I had hundreds when you played Temple Run (Racks)
I knew I was thuggin' when I couldn't put down my BB gun (Couldn't put down that fire, BB gun)
I think I was twelve, never mind, we don't fuck with that (Don't fuck with 12)
I was thirteen twice, like Odell, I'll run it back (Run it back, fuck 'em)
So much drip, gotta drop my clothes at the laundromat (Drip, drip, at the laundromat)
Try not beat my kids, they fuck up, they do jumpin' jacks (Come back out)
Get fly at the mouth, get a whoopin' with a Louis belt (Put belt to your ass)
[Chorus]
****, I get crunk (Uh), shit, I might get drunk (I get crunk)
You know I'm smokin' skunk (I'm smokin'), I just can't fake the funk (Never spunk)
That kush stay in my lung (Kush), got blue tips in my drum (They blue)
Ayy, when you havin' funds (What?), it make her use her tongue (It make her use it, for sure)
It make her use her mind (Her mind), we havin' sol like pine (Havin' sol)
No lie, bae, we got kind (No yap, uh), no yap, I'm on my grind (No rap)
I got some shit inside this shoebox that would blow your mind (Blow it)
I put that shit on and my Memphis shit told me I shine
[Outro]
My Memphis shit told me I shine
My Memphis shit told me I gave it, huh?
Ayy, if we locked in, just call me Aven
I'm too spunked up, ****, no rap
I see a yellow light, I'ma speed up and hit that bitch, go
Written by: Yaven Malden
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