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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TM88
TM88
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Sidney Malabre Tapaquon
Sidney Malabre Tapaquon
Songwriter
Xavier Barrios
Xavier Barrios
Songwriter
Malik Hargis
Malik Hargis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
TM88
Producer
Sid
Sid
Producer
Project X
Project X
Producer
Slade Hearts
Slade Hearts
Producer
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Crash, crash, crash, crash
Crash, crash, crash, crash
You should crash
[Verse 1]
Yeah, if I hear 'bout it, I'm your BM to visit Miami
I don't care who birthed her for the weekend, I'm her daddy
Pull up on her ex block and jump out like, "What's happenin'?"
I done met some strippers, richest bitches in they family
You ask me why I did it and I don't remember, it was petty
I'll give you a thousand when you suck it, you do it messy
I'ma have a driver drop her off when she get ready
She said she tired of shit falling in her eye from the roof of your Chevy
I want her to see stars but every car ride she wanna get him
Swerving so bad, let me pull over before I crash, bitch
[Chorus]
Crash, crash, crash, crash
Crash, crash, crash, crash
You should crash
I just wanna crash like a high speed
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm going to sleep
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm drunk speeding
Crash, I just wanna crash like a landing
Crash, I just wanna crash like how Wall Street
Crash, I just wanna crash like two jet skis
Crash, I just wanna crash like a PC
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm Don Cheadle
[Verse 2]
Pretty muthafucka, I can't get enough of her
Shake something every time I see her, Blac Youngsta
From the back, front, I let her ride like a trucker
I had to tell her, "Shut up! Keep on yelling, gon' wake your son up"
Use me for a come up, cool, long as you clean that cum up
Watch her get every crumb up, missed her calling as a butler
Only sad thing, I never see her when the sun up
But I ain't tripping, soon as she get with me, she know what's up
Might meet her in a bonnet, ain't no time for her to get done up
She know that I hate make up but get caked up when we fucking
Sometimes she feel I slut her but can't make love making money
After I told her that, she act like she ain't want nothin' from me
She text me, say she happy, worked her problems out with buddy
I said, "Cool, wish I knew that I ain't getting no more pussy"
Sad, guess I'll wait around for the next time you're mad
Next city now, can we kick it one more last?
Must be with him now, you ain't texting me fast
Just want sex with you bad, but can't no bitch make me crash
[Chorus]
Crash, crash, crash, crash
Crash, crash, crash, crash
You should crash
I just wanna crash like a high speed
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm going to sleep
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm drunk speeding
Crash, I just wanna crash like a landing
Crash, I just wanna crash like how Wall Street
Crash, I just wanna crash like two jet skis
Crash, I just wanna crash like a PC
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm Don Cheadle
[Outro]
Crash, crash, crash, crash
Crash, crash, crash, crash
You should crash
Written by: Bryan Lamar Simmons, George Stone III, Malik Hargis, Sidney Malabre Tapaquon, xavier barrios
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