Lyrics:
close your mouth bitch
Turn it up loud it hit's
Jazze Pha and Lil Jon I told
You all about the shit
being the chump
My Jon lil' girl you love it when I crunk
Your boy told sniff I'm the future of the funk
Pretend we lil' kids play tag and dry hum
keep chasing the sun
Live our steps one by one
Let's keep chasing the sun
But three clouds get in the way
She said, "Jon
I think you going nuts without
back bitch
I grip my nut sack as I bust that shit
Sluts in the house; dump that trick
And put that ass where my mustache is
What’s this? Big Jarv is
told ya we was rich"
How I turned out let it be no surprise
When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to their eyes
See, my family got a history
Ladies and fuckin gentlemen (Whassup)
It's the kings of fuckin crunk (You know it)
Me, your boy Lil Jon
(Lil Jon) , Lil Bo (Lil Bo)
Big Sam (Big
bitch, now she stealin' my lingo
Got some head in the back of the back by the gringos
When I hit that lil' bitch from the back, she say bingo
I'ma nut in
loaded on me, let them bullets eat his flesh
Caught that nigga right in traffic
We gon' put him to the test
Fucked that lil' bitch
I squeeze in her pants
By
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my
box bae boy
My brodie throwin up few shots bae boy
Popped in his top, make 'em lock bae boy
My brodie got it in a sock bae boy
Told Lil School bro go
y'all
Pop quiz, how many topless black foxes
Did I have under my belt like boxers?
Not to brag but if it add up
One, two, *** that's mad nuts
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
you eat out like McDonald's
I ain't no clown like Ronald
Uh, more like Donald
Trump, with the way I get it crunk
Like my man Lil Jon, but call him Lil
the fucks gon follow you?
[Chorus]
Yeah, once again my friend
Imma be the first latin rapper from the South
Shut shit the fuck down
And I got Lil Jon
got no name
Don't spill my nut
Don't spill my drank
Keep yo eyes off my bitches
She was wearing my chain
Big fat racks can't fit in my safe
Bad lil
(let's go)
Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade
My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah
I drip this shit with Lil Gotit
We matching
hands
Let it go
Pussy poppin on a handstand
Let it go
Yeah
Off top
Cakey booty
Dummy donkey
Big ass titties all in my face
Niggas know that I
need to pay me a finders fee
I turn a good lil bitch to a freak
Yeah that's my slut
Lil bitch, yeah, that's my go-to
This bitch gon bust a nut
We could
happening in the streets
Wetin dey shele for streets be sey
Boys don mad no more play no more joki joki
Let's go giddem
Huh
Nigga wanna play (huh?)
I don't
Oh, damn
Damn is this kinda punchamde? Nah it's BNK all love tho
Ayy, bankrol.jon bitch, let's get it
Oh dis bitch don't wanna fuck me den her friend
never done before, I'm not ya ordinary hoe
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
I fell off in the club (shawty)
Not lookin' for love (shawty)
But I'm lookin' for
nut. I need the moneyyy. I gotta get it by any way. Let me say one thinggg. If you ain't got it you in the way.
Hold up Count dat shyt. Hold up Count
nuts)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks
(yeah suck my rocks) yeah ya dig (ya dig)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (uh huh)
Who let slimeball get
honey on 'em, and feed 'em to my hogs
See I leave no evidence for the police dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow
Lil' bitch, we be sippin'
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