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the trappin'
In the cell and i swear that they trapped in
Fake Hard
And i know that they actin
Nowadays bitches booties by plastic
Niggas fake and they cap with

lines 
Hour glass body make it clap do it double time 

And shawty not alone she came wit a lil group

And now she in my ride she shakin it in the coupe

But you know you a ho, lil' bitch
Me and twin push up
We tryna fuck, so bring a friend
Niggas talkin' shit on live
No, I can't lie, that boy a fan
Way

a lame
2500 now I’m Diesel Gang
Don’t grab my titty like what’s her name
If they a Big Po fan bet their missing a tooth
The only fire he knows is the flame

lil niggas riding strikers, talk about money
Man I can show you the plan
Band on his Head like Iverson
Stand on my money, I might be touching the Fan
My

(Shyea) ahem, yeah
Ha ha ha, this shit is, it's just stupid
Look

When it comes to the way I
Act bro, got the backbone
Not the traps though
Fans know

advisory)
And I saw Old Man Dad fucking a hoe (disgusting)
You screamed the lyrics of Lil Jon's Get Low (to the window)
Your maturity is at the level

came with Lil Jon and E40 
Bomb that E40 for my homies drinking 40s 
Get drank Get Crunk with Lil Jon 
Party like Vegas

Turn it up bottle up
No matter

Story
We now return to "Celebrity Apprentehh"

Donald Trump Impression now Lil' Jon
Why do you think your team lost?

Lil' Jon wHO WHAT!

Donald

twin on side
Just took off, we finna ball
Just got to Gaia
First I gotta stop by the store to get some Geyser
I cut for lil shawty she a real hypnotizer

a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to (freeze)
I got a badass bitch in the crib, lil' ho just get on your knees (freeze)
I seen that lil' nigga up

' nigga, some car, take the flip
Lil' nigga can't jump out the porch, he a git

Ha, all of my  drip, be legit
Yeah, nigga, top track by the feet
Ha, nigga,

Aye we about to turn them up with this one right here
All the way up on way
Say he want smoke then we with it (Yea)
Like it's the fan that's cut

the Cayenne, lil' bitch
I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the Benz, I switched shit up, I wanted it done by

the streets yea lil shorty a h**
I ain't duckin These bi***es naw no
I do what I want I do what I want
I'm from the streets yea it is it is what it is
Some

I go by the name
Zuncho
Rhyme, di ma man muh go house, mama deh cook rice
If you go meet your mum, she fi put you right
After that we go go, baba go

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

of hustlers
Lil' brother, big brother
Mother to grandmother (mmm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout)
It's tradition

(You're out of line)
When I was

Kiss Your Ass Goodbye [Remix]

Beanie Sigel

After Taxes

2005

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

of myself
There's levels to this shit
Elevating my wealth
When I blow they'll try to gas me
Like fans at the Shell station
Can't make up my mind travis or Jon

Yeah, I'm the king, hoe, I'm the big four
Niggas gassed up, I'm the repo
Got a bad bitch doing free shows for a lil shot of casamigos
And she

[Lil' Rob]
Hey Wuz Up, Lil' Rob and Shadow The Mayhem Click
Comin' at you once again, let the Mayhem begin

[Mr. Shadow]
Que Hubole 2-0-3 otravez en

ridin'
Got a lil' change surrounded myself by game
Niggas sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo

and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm