Stefflon Don – Crunch Time Lyrics

Crunch Time Lyrics by Stefflon Don.

[Intro]
Ayo, It’s crunch time niggas in 9, come get yo dick slime
Noreaga, there ain’t no ho running through my bloodline
Jet set what bitches gone bench, they swinging bullets
Government give me your money, cash, I don’t want checks

[Verse 1]
I ain’t never flopped, ask about me If you want
If you see me in the bank, come bout to f–k a couple racks
Ay, heads turn when I enter, got the best furs to your mister
But I want him he ain’t got s–t, I’m a big bird not slender
Juice drip, collard greens, dirty money, p—y clean
T.E. bit, need it like a dumpling while I’m coming pee
On your knees “hot one”, pretty like Flacko Jodye
Eat this p—y like it’s finger licking chicken on a molies

[Hook/Chorus]
B—–s steady tripping, they be hating cause I’m stunting
When I pull up they be dipping out, these hoes ain’t saying nothing
Rule number one, never f–k with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run
B—–s steady tripping, they be hating cause I’m stunting
When I pull up they be dipping out, these hoes ain’t saying s–t
Rule number one, never f–k with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run b—h

[Verse 2]
Get’ em up, lick’ em down, they don’t want these problems now
Get these hoes see me, they see me but they don’t want me round
Keep your crown clown, I’ma done what the bloodclaat
Me nuh talk, I leave fishes swimming in a blood bath
Let’ em marinade then fry ’em until they turn soft
E——-e on b—–s tell them fi lick the c-m off
Who she think she really playing with
I’m that kid with no patience, I ain’t playing b—h
Talking lips moving quick but ain’t saying s–t
Dark knight, dim the light cause they aging quick

[Hook/Chorus]
B—–s steady tripping, they be hating cause I’m stunting
When I pull up they be dipping out, these hoes ain’t saying nothing
Rule number one, never f–k with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run
B—–s steady tripping, they be hating cause I’m stunting
When I pull up they be dipping out, these hoes ain’t saying nothing
Rule number one, never f–k with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run b—h