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Crown
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Crown was released on October 3, 2023 by Team Light It Up as a part of the album Crown - Single
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Release DateOctober 3, 2023
LabelTeam Light It Up
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald L. Pruitt
Donald L. Pruitt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Dza
Yung Dza
Producer

Lyrics

Haaa
Don Cipher my love
I got the juice come get a cup from me
Ain't no **** touching me
Mackin' on this freak
Her tits and ass feeling rubbery
I hustle like a double me
Two of me
Dope
Check my purity
You fake plus all your jewelry is foolery
My question are you paying me
I lock it down from A to Z
Secure me like the baby seat
All these demons chasing me
This is murder basically
Big pistols for your bravery
Take his head when it comes to bread this a bakery
Really Cipher pimping
Make a mil' off these bitches
You rap dudes is food
Make a meal out these ****
Plenty riches brought us out the trenches
On the court no more benching
Tell my brothers that I love them
And if he cross me I'm a lynch him
Made it cross the street
The type to give your momma meat
And If she can be discreet
A P can tap it every week
I'm from the westside of the bay
Right there where them damned fools at
Tell Chico drop a load on me I can move that
Rapping I'm he best that ever lived I can prove that
I come in peace but we can go to war if you choose that
Give this game all I can give
Show some love and keep it real
I'm trying to do my lord's will
and still got soldiers in the field
Pick it up pick it up don't you ever leave no bread 'round
Put on this crown and don't you ever have your head down
The voice of God speaking to you now
R I P the dead homies living through me now
I hope you never sell your soul for a couple thou'
It's all good in the hood but let's get momma out
The clock ticking on that weak shit it ain't gone' last long
Flow feels like I'm kicking in your door without a mask on
Topic of discussion he's a southern rapper
Yea he was born in Chitown moved to Memphis after
What's all this westside shit this **** here be talking
Young and thugging hoping cuz 'nem don't catch me walking
Now they watching
Boy be quiet when the movie on
If you ain't strong
I'm a cut ya then I'm moving on
Still a player in this game
Hoes wet no rain
Disappeared when I came left a stain on her brain
Get the tool from the back then I'm waiting in the front
'Bout to eat one of these ****
I ain't had no lunch
Yeah
Please oh please don't bother me
That chopper make 'em potted meat
Ain't no way to copy me
This pimping my philosophy
I see you **** trying to rap
Ain't making shit
You trying to trap
I like to see her booty clap
Then drop her head into my lap
Give this game all I can give
Show some love and keep it real
I'm trying to do my lord's will
and still got soldiers in the field
Pick it up pick it up don't you ever leave no bread 'round
Put on this crown and don't you ever have your head down
Haaa
Written by: Donald L. Pruitt
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