Lyrics:
Oh shit put ya middle fingers up on this one
Oh this is the one right here yo
OH we finna get real crunk
Up in this motherfucka man
Lil Jon
It get active in this bitch, watch how I get it crunk
Standin' at the top, like my bed was bunked
Got these bitches watchin' like I was on TV
John
on the wall yea he spilled him
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put the code in nigga we taking your
even
Let me go rob that nigga on the weekend Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck the lil' bitch, I'm pussy, I'm drunk I'm countin' up money, I'm runnin'
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up homeboy
Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey
Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed
fam in a mansion Pull up ghost Danny Phantom
Try to rob we hold em for ransom See I got them bags like Santa
Get to the money and stack it n flip it I'm
to build a life with you lil bitch I just want brain
Get the fuck up out my face you can go faster than you came
These niggas flex they funds up on the net
on me
Boy you broke get ya weight up homie
By myself I'm jhi like lonely
But I'm just tryna' get this macaroni
I used to be the one they laugh at
Now they
Oh, really? Yeah
Oh, really? Yeah (racks)
I'm scared to break the top (why?)
I'm scared to make a mess because I'm watched by the cops (fuck
down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown
It's Lil' Rob the Chicano and proud one
Competition none {beat stops}
But wait
jus walk like a threat
That bitch got hit right by a bus can't wait to see which one next
I get bands off computers I'm in love wit my check
I get bands
'round wit' that cheesecake
Said that you better off dead hoe
Sprinkle a lil' cheese on her head
Wit' a hoe
Said I'm better off by myself, hoe
This ain't
the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk
Good times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
Freakin' ho's while
around, but they in the red
Tone got Heroine bricks and P's around and play with the meds, ay (let's get it)
Family reunion Tone surrounded by rich,
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass
get crunk and bring da funk
Then leave you in a trunk
See if she beg for what she want
Just know she sure to get it
My pretty princess know
came to make 'em jump
From the North, to the South, to the East, to the West
Put 'em up, represent it, and get it crunk
Throwin' bows when ya
and get it crunk
throwin bows when ya bouncin on the flo'
let me ask ya lil'shawty what you really, really want to do
I know you got 50 niggaz
but I got
on, ion really freestyle
But nigga in the meanwhile
I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe
'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do
'Bout
Ye
Thats a big no no round these motherfucking parts yah
When you forced to go sip back on tris and it fucking hurts yah
I gotta bookbag by my bitch
'Bout to get into some aerobics
Some gymnastics do your warm ups and that
Touch your toes and that
Haha follow after me
I'm flexing uhhh
Know lil
Rather you than me
If you've been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Lil' stronger,
the sun[01:44.82]I rap my shit till they get me done[01:47.01]Tell 'em bring that Henny come and get me crunk[01:48.74]I pour that Rum in the Coke[01:50.41]Let me talk
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