Lyrics:
my lil fun thang
My lil cool thang
Tryna call u my boo thang
That in the mood to pickup and leave at 2 thang
We keep it poppin' all night, yeah
If we
Let's go, let's go
Yeah! (yo, yo)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz
(Ayo), OK, (ayo), Pastor Troy (come on) Yeah!
(D-S-G-B, come on),
an opp then I fuck on his widow
Then catch me a flight, turn to Lil' Jon and get low
I go ham, but no pork on my fork (Alhamdulillah)
Took a jet from LA
the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (remix)
I was gettin' some head (Remix)
Gettin', gettin' some head (Hustle)
I was gettin' some head (DTP, Remix)
shi gon get ya hit by the pole[01:09.46]Straight about the grind I ain't trusting luck[01:11.25]Ain't no wastin time tryna really run it
crocs
Just got a text, from a thot
She really want this dick
A lot though!
I'm faded barbershop, marijuana, couple shots, got ya girl going down
Lil Wayne
a fuck
Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't give a fuck)
It's Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still don't give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep
shoulder
I got The lord is my witness
He protecting me
Even when Satan send his goons to get me
So Jus keep the clip, Right by ya hip
Cuz nigga jealous,
switches on and make it jump
Before me you needed Lil Jon to make it crunk
Naw for real come to Cali player take ya pump
My New York niggaz leave y'all wit
we here too
Lil' niggaz gotta get by
Lil' niggaz with a pistol
Lil' niggaz
Lil' niggaz don't trade pain
Lil' niggaz you'll grow up
Lil' niggaz do
for me
And ya head is a bleeping target
You don't want me to see you wit' ma peeking Tommys
Wizzle fizzle I keep in New Orleans
Sleeping with women
was use their LITTLE JON
The owner looked like he
Was from WAYNE's world
I start to get DIZZY RIGHT then and hurl
That man's screaming you LIL CHUCKee
Ya, yeah (YEAH!)A-town is on again A-town, A-town(YEAH!) A-town, yeah
y'all kno how we do round this town (WHAT?!)
youngbloodz lil jon (OKAAAAY!)
And I'm sure you'll flip, when this song come around
This shit so crunk it'd make Lil Jon clam down
Hits out the trunk never shook
So by the time you get
Keep ya eyes down the boulevard
Stay solid, know just who you are
Remember who you do it for
Cruisin with my kinfolk, swerving through traffic
Smoke
She gon put that pussy in my face
Im bloated I just ate
A nigga really having lucid dreams
Because I wake and bake
I keep a cup full of that kool
fangs no the hoes can't bite it
Tell a broke nigga Go buy it
If you ever paid to fuck on some pussy keep quiet, haan
ciy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
Lil' nigga, keep ya clothes, ask around,
I'm a rep, east up, what it do though
Hoes spillin' Nuvo, Doggy on his tip
I threw up the two O
Hella far
the fuck is BME
Y'all niggaz ain't BMF
I can hadle y'all bitches by my damn self
Fuck lil scrappy, fuck lil jon, fuck don p and his son
Fuck big sam, fuck
You gon' have to keep up with me on here
Handle the business, I'm all man
We had to drink from the storm drain
In front of the judge
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
The jesus christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my sunday school
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck by monday, cool?
Or she
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
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