Lyrics:
Boy stop
It's about to be a girl fight
Some new shit yeah
Brook Valentine
Uh huh uh huh
Big Boi
A Lil Jon!
Sending this one out to all
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
Yeah!
It's yo boy Lil Jon, uh huh! (yeah, yeah)
Doing this for all the ladies
That like to dance (hey)
I see you over there (I see ya girl)
I see you
Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
Big Kap
Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz,
Chyna Whyte
Ludacris nigga
$hort Dogg
(Ay tell them
Lil Uzi Vert
To be exact (oh)
And I'm not from Earth, I'm from outer space, whoa (let's go)
And I'm different (uh, I'm wavy)
I'm somewhere I'm
I'm triggered
You muhfuckin' right, I, uh
Tryna let the time fly (yeah)
Tryna let the time go by
Tryna let the time heal all
Tryna let the time
Yeah
What? What?
Check this out, right?
Yeah
It's Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz (what?)
The Kings of Crunk (what? What?)
Back
nigga, we got some Balmains
I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son
You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)
But really what
beautiful wife
Yeah, Drizzy we got 'em lil brah, unforgettable
You'll never forget this, ya understand me?
Timeless homie, unforgettable
(Let me know, let
To Australia, I'm familiar, spent two million on a jet
In that Dualie doin' the dash, I let lil' dawg he hold a TEC
I got mollies with the crystals but I been
And now they want it
And now she wanna get it right now
And I'ma let her go for right now
And when she talkin' 'bout she 'bout it
She ain't 'bout it
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne (Remix)
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne (Remix)
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne (Remix)
Lil Mama and Avril Lavigne
Hey, hey,
Yeah
What? What?
Check this out, right?
Yeah
It's Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz (what?)
The Kings of Crunk (what? What?)
Back
a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip (let's go)
Got more
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
puzzlin' (I go hard)
I do this for the dogs and nowadays we husky
God is my witness, you lil' bitches, you can't judge me
With my best friend (oh God)
honest)
Tryna see how it feel from behind her (let's go)
Know that lil' bitch ain't shit, don't deserve to suck dick
Make that bitch give me head with
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