Lyrics:
make my feddy, by the rock and the Houpe
That don't stay fly, I get fly too
Trying to hop out of line, put a n**** in his place
Serve up his chest,
A broke certified wigga, lil money, in kingergarden with my dick in a cubby
I ripped so many instrumentals off Youtube you could call me Jack the Ripper,
to fake them out with a pump
On my Lil Jon with that crunk
Call my shooter up he gon' dump
Drop and give me them C Notes
Weigh them out by the kilo
Last
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
shit
Lil Jon & Da East side boys we on sum crunk shit
In da g see me & my boys eat we run shit
Please don't tell da boys on dat 1 shit
My new bitch she
I'm seeing doubles off that Remy, yeah
Got a few wraps ready, check
MAKAVELI from the trunk
Are we ALL getting drunk? yeah!
Lil Jon get it crunk, yeah!
a reason
Motivation left
Cause I kept overthinking
Damn
I got it down at this point
Still get Epiphanies
When I burn down a Joint
Lil Jon had me wanting
Jon's at the bar
While me and them eastside boys smoke out
Roll another one
No doubt
Get a couple hoes
Roll out
Beef, you don't want none
To go down
dumb
Jon's at the bar
While me and them eastside boys smoke out
Roll another one
No doubt
Get a couple hoes
Roll out
Beef, you don't want none
To go down
dumb
gon' po' it up
Find a block then sew it up, you claim a set then throw it up
Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk, got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like
They emptied clips at the throne I smoked a blunt thru it
Pops cooking up work while bumping crunk music
A lot of lil moms waiting on that lil Jon
We
YO!
Break me up out of these chains
Get me up outa here, cut the restraints
Stop looking at me, bruh, this ain't a stage
Gimme the keys or just
use that tongue
But don't use that wrong and tell your
Boyfriend who you used it on
She calling me daddy and her boy Lil' Jon
So if we gotta problem
off a bump
She like all my beats they bump
She like how my beats they bump
Lil Jon I'm crunk (ay)
Can't drive I'm drunk (ay)
You say come through (ay)
on 'em
You would think it's Uber black, way I pull up in a truck on 'em
Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boys, get crunk on 'em
Fucking with a light skin Keisha,
got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat (G'yeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael
instrumental
I been locked in till they lock a nigga out
Hit after hit probably knock a nigga out
Take a lil trip, get it popping in the south
Elephant in
at the hearse
I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of verc
I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac
Wit niggas that'll take twenty a body, the shottie will
a virgin boy
Lil crunk dont give no shits
Ima spray you with this fuckin clip
Lil crunk dont give no shits
Ima spray you with this fuckin clip
as a eagle back when me and Vshays hung by little caesar's
Me and Lil Tazz cruisin in a beamer with two goons in the back i didn't get to meet'em
Stash
CHOROUS:
Shawty so crunk she commin' out her clothes
dick so big got caught in her throat. Do it hurt?(Yeah!)
Do it hurt?(Hell Yeah!) one lil two
on the street got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face with a gay like Mase
I don't hate the fagged let's get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by
as hell
[Lil' Jon & Eastside Boys]
What the fuck my nigga what the fuck (What the fuck)
[Repeat 3x's]
Back up bitch nigga back (Back up)
[Repeat 3x's]
Now
aint had no milk and butter
Since that cow's been gone.
Well, you got to treat me right honey
Day by day
Get out your lil' prayer book
Get down upon
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