Lyrics:
the club crunk (Club crunk)
Give em something that's gone rattle their trunk (Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (Get drunk)
Tell the DJ
the club crunk (Club crunk)
Give em something that's gone rattle their trunk (Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (Get drunk)
Tell the DJ
RamyOnTheBeat
I can't do no right, I got 'em mad and shit
(Woo, shit) i can't waste my time
I'm chasing bags and shit (Woo)
Had them hoes wild
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I
with my bestie
Glock .23 imma shoot til it's empty
Added the switch to this bitch
Cuz boy I ain't playin, get em gone in the jiffy
Remember them days i
how can I stay mad at you?
Buy you cars and ship them to you just to show my gratitude
Tell your kids they don't need for nothin', I'm puttin' 'em all
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
get you more time than a rape right now
Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun but I can't right now
Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in
Cause I know niggas like to tell
Before I tell I'll do a 150 sitting in that cell
Before I tell I'll drop dead on this earth and go to hell
I don't get
the cliff
(Whoa . . . Tinsel Time!)
Well, the Devil was mad
I took off to my pad
I swear I do declare!
How did she get back there?
I swear I do
don't even check em
I can't rat on my brothers for cheddar
And my music get better better
Now my bitch gettin wetter and wetter
I can slide on the dot any
the projects and ask em' for Jeezy
Hatin' ass niggas them the ones I hate the most
Feds tried to get him but they never came close
Got the heads up nigga I
on the dance floor get silly
Call it Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
I done showed 'Em who I is
Now you need to show me who you is (Is)
What you about?
What that ass do?
I
scheming i can't believe em
Have my dawg clean em ah
Washing machine him family receive him
Gone call the deacon ahh
Ooh that boy sleeping shouldn't been
won't get upset with you
I got niggas that do what I tell em to
They gone lift it and shoot when I tell em to
Stop (Stop)
Laugh at you (Laugh at you)
Jon
Fit so fly, kicks dont lie
Knockout flow, kimbo slice
Smokin endo with the window high
Na na na watchin shit go by
I could tell you that im cool
But
doin betta
They gone clear ya blocc when i send the message
I got em all mad when i started flexxin
They kno im big dawg when im in they presence
Dont
don't think, Jumpman strapped
Tryna see the bitch in person, sending' threats up on the gram
I get freaky, full of perks, I tell that hoe, come eat this
mad
What do we want?
Justice
When do we want it?
Now
If we don't get it?
Shut it down
Hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot
man, don't need a hotel
Yeah, we still get gyal
I go back like Kenan and Kel
Ain't one of them mans that beat 'em and tell
Got my yard man, don't
what's the issue
Tell ya boy to hold it in
He don't wanna die about his feelings
Tell 'em go and chill
Got it in my head
You can't tell me nun ion already
Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles
'96 model, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles
'96 model, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
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