Lyrics:
covert, I stuck to the code and you don't know the code word
Once they turn me up and just know that it's over
My soul is on soulless, surrounded by
was down with you so I couldn't stand it
Don't try to lie don't try to cry
Ain't nothing more for us to talk about
Like un to said take two steps
got her feenin
Baby I ain't talking no Ying Yang Twins
She soaking wet and she leaking
Ms. Parker Ms. Parker aww she a freak
Lil Jon Lil Jon aww
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
low
Lil' Jon get low
Yeah Yeah get low
I arch her back I push her face up in the pillow (Lil' bitch!)
Redhead bitch I call her black widow
If you think
[Lil Jon - Intro]
(Lil Jon, Lil Jon yeaa Bone Crusher, Bone Crusher)
[Hook - Bone Crusher]
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
Me nigga,
get woke by a lil' freak, with my dick in her mouth, she eat up
300K in cash, probably still'll pull out a Visa
Ain't goin' on a date, tell a bitch
That's what I said lil' bitch (get it)
That's what I said lil' bitch (get it) (yeah)
That's what I said lil' bitch (yeah)
That's what I said lil' bitch
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I
hoes ain't shit to me
They be easy to fuck
I be sliding with all my ice on
But never seen a puck
Them hoes see lil Izzy
They like damn he be clean af
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf
You
you
We smashin' nigguhs by the hour
I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
My son'll blam you for a
Half ounce of dog food
Yeah, that's my lil
they like...
It's gettin' frisky for me
Girls, they strippin for me
Lil' Jon you wit us homey? (Okay)
I gettin brain and, pimpin' I can't complainin'
motherfucker
Pussy act up and get fucked in this motherfucker
Verse 4 Lil Jon
lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
Lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
[Verse Three: Lil' Jon]
Face the wall shawty, put your hands on it
Bounce that ass up and down make a nigga want it
Face the wall shawty, put your
Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man
(Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man
Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man
(Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man,
[Intro]
Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man
(Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man
Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man
(Pitbull) D-D-Dammit
with me, uh
Drop by at 350, yeah
She keep talking 'bout lime green (oh)
Lil' bitch this is slime green (yeah)
Lil' slime Ferg bitch, bendin' over
automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover that you spent your change over
I'm in the dugout with my tounge out playing game over
[Sammie]
Strike one,
Mad That y'all Done Got Me (Got Me)
They ain't Keepin It Real Like They Talkin, Pussy Niggas Is All That I See
(Chamillionaire Verse One)
You Could Be
times]
[Lil' Jon]
Pussy nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin'
at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...
Pussy nigga what's up,
Hell
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
Lil' bro steady walkin', lookin' over shoulders, feel like they gon' get him he a witness
It's one nigga talkin' out of pocket with him and been claiming
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
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