Lyrics:
to the ceiling
Midst of the war I piss on graves
Kids get graced by my piss poor waves
Never could imagine it living with perellis
Should of check ya rear view
go broke, that's one hundred (one hundred)
Get rich and never go broke, that's one hundred
Bought a street sweeper to clean up the street (yeah)
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
hoe
Fuck with a slim hoe
Hey Lil Jon
Popping a pill Lil Lil Jon
Fight like Lil Jon
Nigga I'm screaming like Lil Jon
Score like Wiltord
But I don't
the fuck is BME
Y'all niggaz ain't BMF
I can hadle y'all bitches by my damn self
Fuck lil scrappy, fuck lil jon, fuck don p and his son
Fuck big sam, fuck
a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep
the dollor at
Everywhere we at
Speakers yelling like they're Lil Jon
The DJ run it back like a club song
Bass hitting hard, Tyson
With no gloves on
Living in
the dollor at
Everywhere we at
Speakers yelling like they're Lil Jon
The DJ run it back like a club song
Bass hitting hard, Tyson
With no gloves on
Living in
an open door
So it got me thinkin', what am I tryin' for?
When I was young I was so very dumb, eager to please
A lil', trick on a mission tryin' to get
the keys go
Old folk said Jon one with the king’s glow
The king's glow boy
Sing
I walked coals on a Sunday
Purified by the fire
Back to sinning on a Monday
[R. Kelly:]
Aye Uh huh
Uh Huh (Let's go ladies)
Lil Jon (Yeah)
Your Boy Kells
(Yeah)
[Mario:]
And Mario
[R. Kelly:]
This is for the Chocolate girls
Dark meat pretty brown bitch that adore me
Dark tint on my dark bent on a dark street
The tints on my shit there look darker
Pouring up drank nigga, my
on the street, let me preach, let me preach (preach)
Listen, lil' nigga, sometimes you don't speak
Pull out that stick and I'm sweepin' the street (bow, bow)
I
by Bernice
Took this baddie to Bahamas
To Lil Jon skeet, skeet
That thing water 6ft
I was really in the streets
Till I found out they Amy
a gangster, got pardoned by Trump
But I'm still out here bustin' my gun
Even Poof say he seen a lil' bitch
On my soul, I believe in Lil Crix
And I hate I
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I might
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
Yeah!
Yeah nigga! (It's ya boy Lil Jon right)
You know?
Got my nigga Project Pat right here wit' me!
(What's up boy?)
Memphis Tenn' to da
special for you clever niggas
See bro, if you ain't live and die by the street codes
Been through all these motions, up and down like a seesaw
I can
Ricky!
It's in the trunk, (yeah, yeah)
Pop the trunk and let you meet lil' Donald Trump, (pop it)
I got 13 hammers, need a reason why
I should
(17)
They gon' let me in that bitch
Lil' nigga, what? Shit
You got me fucked up, shit (AB)
We gon' shoot that bitch up (D-Roc)
Ayy, I swear
stand on his own two feet
Got a strong business mind, straight out the streets
He gotta have security, power and wealth
Cause I can do bad by my God
I'm losing control
You're dependable
No, you won't let go
You got a hold on me
We want to thank Travis and Jon for stopping by the service this
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
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