Lyrics:
jak Lil Jon ale stay low low
Te miliony chcę i robię to wszystko dziś w ten sposób w ten sposób
Bez tego to typie to życie jest suche więc chcę sosu
Gang, a lot of sweat, tears and
Blood, like I cut my finger, they Can talk all they want but I Don't care what they saying
Cause I'll snap like Lil Jon
shit
Ay, I cannot show boat, hit it once, let her leave that's a no-go
He keep talkin' about his songs, I wrote those
Wanna sneak by my bro, look at your
time
But get yourself together 'fore that out day
.45 black like Akon
Choppa screamin' like Lil Jon
Glock 9 on my waistline
I dare a nigga try
Lil Jon
Fake love can't hang with mine
by the code (Scoo oop)
Ricch kinda disappear when I need him but he still my bro
I'm bout all the blessings
You gotta listen
I'm bout all that time
(Enrgy made this one) if it, damn
If you don't shut yo ass up, shit
You prolly gon' die
If you hit a blunt of this, shit
You prolly gon' fly
Found
to sleep on
Swear you not gon want hit snooze
I been beating up the rap game
Shit I might just leave a bruise
OTS about the business
It's been dollar signs
ain't worried when I catch 'em imma hit him in his chest
Fuck a flex, rather put up all my money and invest
Tryna build an empire like DJ Khalid, we
do. Thought I was sleeping but
You making all of my dreams come true.
I just might make a whole album on you.
Love to admire you nude.
You my lil
on the nightstand
Yeah this shit what I do to get by man
I'm on Ableton to make this shit
Send a shit mix but I got the bandages
I'm on my green like I hit
yeah boaw
Niggas ain't fuckin' with kentway, oh yeah
Come here lil baby let's get in yo head
She a bad bitch, she shaking that ass moving it just by her
Yo, check it
Call Lil' Cease
Tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital
Man fuck that (Notorious)
Tell that
But sure I would see you later
Ratchet music had us in a trance
Dancing on everybody huh
But I couldn't dance
Knew you lived alone
By the time I hit ya
Woke up from a long night of sex this mornin'
Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin'
Hear my girl talk a lil' mess this mornin'
Hit the hood got
His photograph was in over 65 newspapers, in color
Bad lil' bitch, I got her sprung
I must be heaven-saved
Flyin' by the fire with her glasses, so
the game
I hit the streets fans run up to me and tell me that that I'm runnin thangs
Mike Jones, Slim Thug, Lil Keke we be valetin in v.i.p sippin henessy
niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
B.G.:
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo
of this drank
Yeah I'm crashing like a comet
I was sent by an alien race
Money in the duffle I'm gon throw it all on stage
I ain't talkin bout the club, lil
hit the club with a mug
So mean got them niggas
Like who the fuck is that
Then I hop up out the car
So clean got them hoes
Like who the fuck is that
Hit
Hungry, Ugly, Chubby, Homeless, Crippled And Blind
And Still Be Better Off Then Niggas Talkin Lip To A Nine
I Hit That Track With David Banner Talk That Lip
Hungry, Ugly, Chubby, Homeless, Crippled And Blind
And Still Be Better Off Then Niggas Talkin Lip To A Nine
I Hit That Track With David Banner Talk That Lip
when this song come around
this shit so crunk it'd make Lil Jon clam down
hits out the trunk never shook
so by the time you get to the hook
you be
track-outs
Got files backed up because I
Do not back down hit her with the dickety
Dickery flickety flickery cock
With the splickity splash and she'll pass out
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