Lyrics:
a casualty
I'm blowin' out your cavities
Keep a pocket rocket for
The people pocket watchin'
Pull up with a Glock and cock it
Got you beggin' not to pop it
got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat (G'yeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael
motherfucking way
Now push that hoe-ass nigga out your motherfucking way
what, what, what, what, what
Split with the craziest
Keep talkin' get yo wig split
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than
[Lil' Jon & Eastside Boys]
What the fuck my nigga what the fuck (What the fuck)
[Repeat 3x's]
Back up bitch nigga back (Back up)
[Repeat 3x's]
Now if you
(yeah) yeah (yeah) - yeah
Up in the club wit my homies, trying to get a lil V-I
Keep it down on the low key (low key)
You should know how it feels (hey!
the light turned down and the beat down low
.40 cal's and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
'Cause you can cancel
a motherfucker
The streets packed with all these lame lil motherfuckers
Everybody wanna be a hard stopper
You won't find too many riding out without a chopper
'ready to go'
Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
Freaking in the kitchen
'ready to go'
Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
Freaking in the kitchen
labeled me the Dapper Don just like Jon Gotti
How the fuck you lack? Every nigga strapped
He ain't really street, nigga, he just got attached
Out
motherf***ing way
Now push that hoe-a** n**** out your motherf***ing way
what, what, what, what, what
Split with the craziest
Keep talkin' get yo wig split
(uh-uh)
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (hm, hm)
It was hard in the streets (it be hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (huh? What?)
It be
like bebe
How you keep falling off like mayday
TNG swag got her krazy
Drop cocaine like I was born in the 80s
I'm big boss can't be lil' bro
You might be
my homies, tryna get a lil' v-I,
Keep it down on the low key, cause you know how it feels.
I said shawty she was checkin' up on me,
From the game
talking Water Street
And yeah I come from A-Town, that city that's golden
And you know we got that Spam brand that keeps the money flowin' (it's flowin')
"Damn!"(feat. Lil' Jon)
[Intro]
OK, OK, OK
This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy
It's A-Town (105 Road
Eternity Sleep
Ice so cold keep a thermal underneath
Streets so cold keep a burner underneath
Break a lil percocet 30 in a piece
My dog so wild gotta put em
a lil' v-I
Keep it down on the low key, 'cause you know how it feels
I said shawty she was checkin' up on me
From the game she was spittin' my ear you
Maybe I'm out your league
You ain't even got no cheese
Maybe I'm just to G for you, maybe I'm just too street
I can't even roll in peace, everybody
briefs]
I buy bread, real G's get cheese[get cheese]
Back to the streets(WHAT?!)
Back wit lil jon(WHAT?!)
Back for the A-town(YEAH!)
Reppin for
was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Yea I hit sum licks
Got into shit
Got out jams quick
Niggas know I’m not bitch
Niggas
was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Yea I hit sum licks
Got into shit
Got out jams quick
Niggas know I’m not bitch
Niggas
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