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at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun

we move
Shake my head at you mad that we ahead of you
You gotta learn to give credit when it's due
And be original at least your own individual don't

Yeah! yeah! yeah! Star Trak!
Yeah! yeah! ah BME Clique!
Yeah! Hey! That nigga Fam-Lay bitch!
Yeah! yeah! Lil Jon and them East Side Boyz!

Pussy

' Jon
(YEAH) that's me nigga (uh huh)
ATL, it's goin' down, Kemo
(YEAH) , my nigga Kaos (YEAH)
So spit that muthafuckin real shit
For these bitch ass

Peace up, A-Town down
Yeah, ok, lil' Jon
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I'm in the club with my homies, try'na get

said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red

Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she

' head on her
And they talk behind my back
Cause I know they scared of me
Your aim off, lil nigga, boy my
Shit be dead on, dead on, dead on
Dead on, dead

shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby

The reserucction of the dead... I could never get
And if I ever die, all I do is ride

The streets prounounce me dead
Puttin 2 holes in my head
At the funeral, I had

got the weed that'll my make Lungs super cough
Cool ass cat hotbox with my socks off
Vintage jacket never rock a damn knock off
Wrestle with the paper

talkin' like that nigga paid?"
Take off my carti's so you
Can look at my face
Listen closely to what I'm about to say
I don't give a fuck that he made
I

ghetto why you acting boojee for
She a lil chicken head call my Rudy's hoe
Eating Rudy's Chicken while I move these chickens
Swear my life is a movie role

Ride da D

Lil Jon

Crunk Rock

2010

lil jon]
Hey!
The pussy hoes in the club we searchin'
For the workin', straight twerkin'
Say, what's that noise? sit by the start
Dick get hard,

Money check, on me. Phone check, on me
Heater check, where my reefer at; can't shake it off, it's on me
Got designer all on me, Versace cologning

a big booty hoe she gon give me head like ooh, lil' bitch
I'm drank off drugs I'm drank off meds like ooh, lil' bitch
We don't give no fucks what we

WORKIN ME

Quavo

W O R K I N M E

2018

me, oh, 'member me (hey)
Take 'em way back, Lil Jon energy (Lil Jon)
Pockets real fat, Cashville ten a key (Young Buck)
Fire the blunt (woo), it done

to my own
Don't have to keep my
Eyes on your rhinestones
Take yo' watch and kill you
If the time wrong, so pop off
We gon' kill a watch dog 'til the
Top

by the
Tray that I'm facing
Chase the coke with liquor
When my heart start racing
I just came out the hole
I don't mean acing
Blackened lil soul
Need

Yeah!

Drunkenmunky

Future Trance, Vol. 28

2004

Peace up, A-Town down
Yeah, ok! Lil' Jon 

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah 

I'm in the club with

"Damn!"(feat. Lil' Jon)
[Intro]
OK, OK, OK
This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy
It's A-Town (105 Road

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

Southwest
Don’t fuck with drama
But if we got some problems
They get addressed
Lil’ nigga Where you was at
Remember I was on my ass
Had to get off my ass

Southwest
Don’t fuck with drama
But if we got some problems
They get addressed
Lil’ nigga Where you was at
Remember I was on my ass
Had to get off my ass

pain no gain 



Everybody wanna sit on my pain , Now I’m going to try take their heads off now 



My Ni**as gon bring the Chopper , Everybody now,