Lyrics:
Mother fuckin' king of crunk and the don of rowdy music, nigga
Hey, hey, Lil' Jon, Lil' Jon, Master P, Master P
New no limit be M E click me and my
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
Yea, turn the mic up
(ATL Jacob)
Yea, yea turn the mic up
I'm makin' this money, it's drivin' me crazy
I'm fuckin' these bitches, they drivin' me
day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J
Tell them niggas to bet against
Grand Hustle homie, I'm a make
two years
That's why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was 16, I wanted to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
my name, when I come through here
When I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
Young ballers in the town
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
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
Cause watch what u said, lil shawty I'm makin bread
Fuck all yo born haters with the hatred blood to match
a long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z
shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin' bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz with hatred born to match
A long way but plus I roll with g's
shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin' bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz with hatred born to match
A long way but plus I roll with g's
Blrrrd
Blrrrd
Blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens, this sauce here from Vegas (sauce)
Off this
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
See somethin' ain't right (what?)
I could feel it in the air
My left eye just twitched twice (damn)
Went to the door so
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Tryna stay away from them beans 'cause I don't think (I don't think)
I heard them say it was beef, well, okay cool, try
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
Where all em opps at know they cranking lil Stunna like dammit that lil nigga hard
Where all at ice out, know my lil nigga pulling all cards finna
Ay, yea
Trillville
Yeah Lil Wyte nigga
Hypnotize
Y'all better get that shit right nigga
We don't give a fuck tonight nigga
Ay, y'all niggaz
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
lil shawty I'm makin bread
Fuck all yo born haters with the hatred blood to match
a long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z
and shawty matter of fact
Yeah as we continue to catch this tempo I need y'all to all
Hold hands, bow your heads, say a prayer man
Lil deezy killin shit man
Savagery coming
can't keep it straight
Some crip some blood strawberry grape
Took your girl by mistake call her miss take
Lotta nigga be fake can't relate
I'm outta this
shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin' bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz with hatred born to match
A long way but plus I roll with g's
Rollin up to the club
Rollin up in the club
Rollin up for ya love
I never wanted to budge
This weight got a lil pudge
Not stressing to lift it up
I
without ya girl
And the dance floor ain't nothin' without ya girl
You a show stopper, whoa
Lets get it poppin', whoa
Gucci
Rose by fifty
Uh Now she
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