Lyrics:
ridin'
Got a lil' change surrounded myself by game
Niggas sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
the room up, it’s my show
By the time I finish
You’ll be begging me for more Yea yea
Lil Mama worth it
Yeah she fly like the wind
Don’t mean to boast
She all
but one laying now
Come through, smash on the later, I went staying there
Used to sleep by the door with the fan down
I drank me a four out of a can
Hated by the world like I’m Comic Sans
Hit em with the “a” but they’re not a fan
Saying what I like, like I got a plan
Spread love speak life like
That hating ish Nall I don't really Get that
Ya boy say I'm eh but his chic Really with that
Talk ya little chatter Yea ya lil pit pat
Boss baby
3900 my block im good in the land
I’ll get a nigga gone 1 call to the gang we gone spin like a fan
She say she love me but this lil bih act like a fan
Who, who, who killed Shady Man
Eminem
Stand fans blowing in the wind
Would you wanna hold my hand
Who killed Shady Man
Was it him, Stan
I just don't
the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin'
Got a lil' change surrounded myself by game
Niggas sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop
yeah
Hol' on I came by yo tab, yeah
Hol' on lil' bitch your a tab, yeah
Now you feel like Peter Pan, yeah
Now I feel like Super Saiyan, yeah
Now we up in
bitch, I hit a swish
We on some shoota' shit, posted in whips
In an all-black Benz, I got an all-black bitch
Pulled off with the fans, lil' bitch
Yeah,
all...
All black, all white
She know if she wit me, she part of that dress code
Might have to ice out her neck tho
Good lil' bitch cuz she do what I say so
'em a tan
Oh that lil ho she a thot blowing dick like a fan
How you claim you the realest but snitch on man's
Going hard everyday they didn't give me
on glow wit da AB pendant
Niggas gone hate
But my boys still winning
Lil advise from a Young Fly Nigga
Life give you lemons
By B.B. Simons
Lil shorty workin
you are
You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’
Up this mothafucka!"
All I was thinking was
Since there's nothing else
To explain here, I'm done with this dude
So
lil buddy buddy
I treat ya bitch one night she my slutty buddy
Bend the bitch over and put good dick in her tummy
I'm turning heads nigga my fans they
Yeah! yeah!
Yeah! yeah!
Yeah! BME Cliq
This ya boy Lil'Jon
A lot of y'all niggas be talkin'
'bout air force ones and shit (OK)
About Adidas
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho'
front of Def Jam
Cheddar Bob ass niggas, start adjustin' your plan
You let the streets down, nigga, 'pologize to your fans
Watch you pull a lil' stunt
right
Catch em at the light he'll be gone by tonight
I don't need you niggas she goin hold my pipe
Way that ass shaped take her home my type
Pretty ass
Got say a lil somethin' to my fans (ah)
Since this is the end of the c.d.
I gotta say a lil thank you to all my fans and everybody that help.
This
to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I love a bitch
Why would I trust a bitch?
Always gonna dog a bitch
They only
winning
Made this by myself and I ain't signing
Started from the bottom that's the right way
See it in my genes turn all these fans now into fiends, they
Been fly nigga peterpan, but I skydive in a mini pad
Doing drive bys in a mini van
Nigga why try when they been a fan
I'll advanced, In a trance
Sky
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