Crush (Remix) lyrics

Man, BeatKing made this sh*t

Tell me what you know about me (Work)
King of the C-L-U-B (aye)
C-3-E to the E-N-T to the E-N-D 'til I D-I-E
Aye, if you sexy and you know it clap your hands (clap your hands)
Clap your hands (clap your hands)
Clap your hands (clap your hands)
You gon’ let me hit you with this hammer, clap your hands (clap your hands)
Clap your hands (clap your hands)
Clap your hands...
This the remix

[Chorus]
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush
(Ay) Dip it low (crush), to the flo' (crush)
I bet you won't work (nope) it got you f*cked up (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush
(Ay) Dip it low (work), to the flo’ (work)
I bet you won't work (nope), it got you f*cked up (work)

[Verse 1: Chalie Boy]
Move fast, good swag, keep cash, baby (shawty cold)
Dip it low (left side), spread the flo (right side)
Grab the pole (oh my), let it roll (let it ride)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush
Baby, I'm far from Shabba
What you doin' make me blush
Twerk, twerk, twerk, got me leanin' I need a rub
(?)
Lil mama can i touch
She too much
Shawtys and the fellas want her
Her swagga match mine, she attractive so I'm on her
Haters buzzin (?) two piece sting 'em like a bee sting
Take ya shawty to my (?)
That's why they call him BeatKing
[Chorus]
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush
(Ay) Dip it low (crush), to the flo’ (crush)
I bet you won’t work (nope) it got you f*cked up (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush
(Ay) Dip it low (crush), to the flo' (crush)
I bet you won’t work (nope), it got you f*cked up (work)

[Verse 2: BeatKing]
Dip it low, crush (work)
Pop a pill, rush (hey)
I got them white girls goin' hard at Club Hush (Becky)
It's BeatKing Kong, 2010
I got all you hoes scared to shop at City Trends (loser)
Yo partner, she f*ck good but you f*ck better (yeah)
Yo homegirl told you I'ma a beast, Bruce Banner
Yellow b*tch, dumb b*tch, it don’t really matter
I'ma OJ stab her 'til that hammer hit her bladder
It's C3E, shout out to (?)
He gon' have them wide to the T
I told them hoes we run the game (hey)
Y'all in the bleacher (bro)
In the club ballin' like 20 Big Meeches
[Chorus]
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush
(Ay) Dip it low (crush), to the flo' (crush)
I bet you won't work (nope) it got you f*cked up (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush
(Ay) Dip it low (crush), to the flo' (crush)
I bet you won't work (nope), it got you f*cked up (work)

[Verse 3: Just Brittany]
It's Just Brittany
Do I love these hoes
Um, hell no
I drop it down low to the damn dance floor
Then pick it up slow
I'm countin' my money fast
Can I get my money, my money in black trash bags
Crush, crush, crush, crush
Ice chills the glass
The option of Ciroc or Patron (?)
Got more requests (?)
But first, um, donda esta mi dinero
Right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek
I want my money, want my money
It's mines, give it now
Money, money, money what I make all night
Five star suite just to spend the night
Cash money (?) private flight
Take two steps back when I'm in sight
[Chorus]
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush
(Ay) Dip it low (crush), to the flo' (crush)
I bet you won't work (nope) it got you f*cked up (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush (work)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, crush
(Ay) Dip it low (crush), to the flo' (crush)
I bet you won't work (nope), it got you f*cked up (work)