Crossfit Lyrics

[Intro]
IMixNation for real
Work the scale, yeah, yeah
Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, yeah, yeah
I like my p*ssy bald-headed with no smell, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made this)
If I put this dick up on you, better not tell, tell, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, time to work the scale, scale
Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, bell
I like my p*ssy bald-headed with no smell, smell
If I put this dick up on you, better not tell, tell, yeah
I can move them pounds just like CrossFit
Why you tote that gun and you ain't gon' off shit?
I might send a blitz and get your mans hit
If you had to let your money talk then you wouldn't say shit

[Verse 1]
If you had to let your money talk then you wouldn't say shit
How you hate a nigga 'cause he gettin' rich?
Bitch, I got them M's and got my mans lit
I heard your partner just came home, you ain't give your mans shit
So when you speak that boss shit, I don't wanna hear that shit
Don't approach me in the club on no rapping shit
All these young niggas with me, they'll whack some shit
So nigga, stay up over there with that capping shit
Yeah, yeah, gotta keep it player, player
Woo, ice hitting like Ric Flair, Flair
Woo, I come through in the all-blue new coupe
Diamonds kick like kung fu
Touch my chain, I'm gon' shoot

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, time to work the scale, scale
Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, bell I like my p*ssy bald-headed with no smell, smell
If I put this dick up on you, better not tell, tell, yeah
I can move them pounds just like CrossFit
Why you tote that gun and you ain't gon' off shit?
I might send a blitz and get your mans hit
If you had to let your money talk then you wouldn't say shit, yeah

[Verse 2]
Saved by the bell just like Zack Morris
Beat a nigga ass just like Chuck Norris
Feel like Big Meech back-to-back in ten foreigns
I told that bitch she in good hands just like State Farm
You tryna run up on a bale, I got a whole farm
I bought two Rollies for my wrist, I paid an arm for 'em
I'm a real trap nigga, please don't be alarmed
Told my bitch to make me happy, go buy me a charm
Yeah, yeah, gotta keep it player, player
But that p*ssy hit so good, I might can't share, share
Too much money, had to weigh it on the scale, scale
Don't you give that boy no brick, he might tell, tell, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, time to work the scale, scale
Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, bell
I like my p*ssy bald-headed with no smell, smell
If I put this dick up on you, better not tell, tell, yeah
I can move them pounds just like CrossFit
Why you tote that gun and you ain't gon' off shit?
I might send a blitz and get your mans hit
If you had to let your money talk then you wouldn't say shit

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