Lyrics:
the bros
Sit back watch me pull up with your mom
Blastin' all the fire those my songs
I'mma put you in a headlock with my elbow
I don't play the drums I
annoying niggas like some fleas (on God)
Nah, this spendin' shit ain't new, 2016 fucked up the streets (shoot, shoot)
I'ma put this song on Spotify, put it
yo bread up
I'm surfing this beat not
Talkin' bout Beretta
Lil' bitch, I'm in NY with Lil Tecca
Wait say you got straps lil'
Boy, wheres your Tec, Ugh
where
More and more brothers givin' up and don't care
Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed
And I proceed to blow the track up, for
they palate, uh
I'm a dog, I'm a beast, and yo' father figure
That lil' P365 was just Fat starter pistol
She got a Scorpion, too, and it'll sting you
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
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
now you muted
Big checc on me Nike track suit is how I do it
Bacc 2 bacc numbers going up like a ruler
Celebrate and I put it in the face of party
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
and on
Pick a bitch up, she ain't tryna fuck
I ain't trippin', she walkin' home
Hollin, cussin, ain't shakin' nothin'
Lil Baby, lower, yo, talk a tone
I'm 2-P
hell
You saw the double X-L
Me and lil n**** finna scoop a baby G and real n****
This game a n**** got a put yo hoes on my track have hoes sellin'
one...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, check out my band playing, Rhythm Roots Allstars
They play for DipSet, E-40, Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
family
Like I won't give up all I got to see you happy, nigga
We shocked the world, everybody know what's happenin', nigga
I'm still Lil' Jon Jon, my
the Billboard I'm still in there
I put diamonds all in yo face so you know
Lil'Flip dont really care I play truth
or dare with yellow bones talk on prime co
Yea I'm from Memphis yo watts good
Mr. Wish a nigga would
Mom and sis smoking cigars
Tryna put em on the woods
This that music for the streets
This
close your mouth bitch
Turn it up loud it hit's
Jazze Pha and Lil Jon I told
You all about the shit
it as a sign on how
Im living my life
Who can I trust
I put my faith in the lord
My soul is protected by
The shield and the sword
This right here my
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
&
Gudda to eat a few niggas back up
Murder Murder Steel Steel uh huuuh
Holla at ya dude
Call the coronor man the track
Has just been murded
Check me out
I,
youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
'Cause niggas slingin' iron like
All Around the word
Uh
Every block
Every club
Every hood
I'm in love
[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
So sweet, so round, so thick
So nasty ooh I love that shit
So
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
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