Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crossfit, artist - Blacc Zacc. Date of issue: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crossfit |
| IMixNation for real |
| Work the scale, yeah, yeah |
| Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, yeah, yeah |
| I like my pussy 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 |
| Yeah, yeah, time to work the scale, scale |
| Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, bell |
| I like my pussy 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 |
| 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 |
| Yeah, yeah, time to work the scale, scale |
| Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, bell |
| I like my pussy 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 |
| 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 pussy 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 |
| Yeah, yeah, time to work the scale, scale |
| Call me Screech, 'cause I was saved by the bell, bell |
| I like my pussy 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 |