Lyrics:
of birth (date of birth)
Make a bad bitch sign paperwork
Once the ink dries, can't say a word (word)
Just another day at work (throw it to me)
Even
My nigga roll up
Took ya bitch to the studio
Hit and give her back I pass it better than Rubio
Flip it, throw it, back I catch it better than Julio
You
ladies get silly, shake ya double D titties
All my thugs throw it up if you a G, off in ya silly
Fuck a nigga, tried to rob me
Had to get the busta
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
[Hook x1: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I
but can have
Some niggas touch you nigga, fuck you!
When I throw up some fingers
It's not a gang sign
Lame, when it came time I chose a lane
Over change
Break your back lil ma break your back
Throw it up let em know where it's at
Make it bounce lil ma make it clap
You know I love it when you do it
Bitch)
Big Nate, Long Beach, won't keep, lil' jon, tight beats, so come on let's ride!
What's up with these tryin' to play a nigga
Go to court these
Yeah I keep it light but I'm heavy with the flow,
Bishop too nice, Tell me sum I don't know
I just wanna ball like I'm going Semi pro
Niggas throw
up
I saw what? Like ten of ya battles
You lost eight and the other
Two was a toss up
Do the math, if you try to throw
The punch you threw at Math, aw
ass.....Ay!!
"LiL' Jon" Verse #1:
Big ol' booty, Make it bounce..
Pop dat pussy, Let it all hang out..
Bend ova, Let me see it..
Go head bitch, Bitch get, get,
were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't
on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho
sicko
Played a couple games in the snow last year
Winter came it was cold outchea
Stabbed in the back by the black
They thought I was dead, I was Jon
Jon, won't you step up and show 'em just a little bit of what the fuck you do
Come on, let's get 'em
This year's election was trash, so I need
love me, why?
'Cause I give 'em backshots
Niggas wanna throw slugs but I bust back shots
It ain't even about trying to diss these niggas
It's about
Rich bitch shit, I might throw a bag atcha'
Speakin' on my name only make it sound better
Your nigga in my DM
And he write love letters
Say that booty
almost threw up, sewer
Doo doo like he grew up next to the toilet
I don't even put in effort, I spoil it
For everybody trying Leon on line
They can't
Free throw, free throw, free throw
Yeah your bitch is on her knees though (Damn)
Free throw, free throw, free throw
When I ball, you know it's lethal
mami
Mic check one two
Drunk in the club
Off the chain
But who gives as fuck?
That's why I came
So pour it up
And get down
Ya'll have no choice
But
mami
Mic check one two
Drunk in the club
Off the chain
But who gives as fuck?
That's why I came
So pour it up
And get down
Ya'll have no choice
But
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 ocean, she gone turn around and poke it out
Run it up
Throw the bag in the stash
Run it up
Drive the wheel 'til it crash
Run it up
The police on our ass
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