Lyrics:
you still beneath like your name is Lannister I'm fucking (Jon) snow
Who the fuck are you?
Credits go to the fake places
Not controlled by a fucking
Vs.
Blues, Rock, and Funk gonna make some noise Im bout to get it crunk. So throw ya hands up 2 hands up high, this ya last chance you rather
One thing about Crunk Imma get crank
If you here right now
Imma run it up fast and slowly
Imma make them moves so lowkey
Imma drop the whole gang nem
Wreckshop boys be coming up wrecking ay yo)
(get off me dog let me in here, hey baby this Lil' Skeezie baby I'm off the Heezie
I'm ten years old and I'm
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
the Screwed Up Click
You'll get hit and we'll make it
To be on your way
It's automatic these niggas don't
Want no problems
When I'm flossing in a boss and mine
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
time fly by, bell rang for class
I had showed up late but they Ain't make me get no tardy pass Cause who?
Everything was alright
Last first day
and sparked the flame that burns so deep
and it's plain to see why i act this way
sway when i walk DC when i talk
get crunk on the beat no matter what you speak
stalks now
Is it that 106 & Park pimping?
Is it those MTV looks?
Is it Lil Jon screaming on the hooks? (yeah)
Is it that tour bus bread?
(Haha) Is it
Starting blank page
Get drunk
Be crunk
Im way T'd in this bitch
All my M's in this hoe
Not hoes
Be up
Dont even know the lingo
Blackhat party occasion
Shes
This ain't no beef, I just be talkin
Please excuse me, let me walk
Im tryna make my way to heaven
If u resist, you bout to get it
Talk to kenny, he
[Intro:]
When a maggot hoe get in ya face talkin dat shit
What ya 'gon do pimpin?!?!?!
Is you 'gon ball up like a bitch
Or is you 'gon stand up
niggas poppin' collars while you bitches pop P's
I'mma do it for my riders that get out and pop E
Thinkin' you can find me, man you need to stop, please
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
each other, in a Menage A Trios.
Chorus *(Kira)* 2x
Can we get freaky tonight?
I want you and your girl to come by
I like to do Menage A Trios
I
me what I need shiiit four and a half
A (?) and a do' just to get the truck crunk
I started drinkin gin and started smokin blunts
A .9 millimeter was
Plus we got a lot they come by the dozen
My mama pushed out a hustler a savage
These niggaz ain't getting no money
Lil bru is you ready
I look up say you
this isn't home
Spendin blue faces baby until we gone
Make it all back by the time I pick up the phone
And lil shorty you are far from a basic
And she
like lil John im crunk up like Johnny p
It's do or die they hypnotize like frank White got all eyes I'm Tupac
I ain't Nat King I'm Cole Kang controlling
ya girl missing all ya calls
Construction man I was breaking down her wall
I know you mad but don't get involved
Pull up in a van and go off the wall
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a motherfuckin' animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open
the rules
I was fucked up by that movie, now I'm paid in full
Go hard like go, go, do your thing boo
Get that money, just don't let that shit done change
And Jon Jon, he scary. He don't wanna fight. Me and Moe Spinning gon' kill him tonight
Don't got my gun. He get poked with a knife. Jerm goin' crazy. He
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