Lyrics:
Niggas was capping saying they'll gonna rob us
But we had knew they won't bout it
So we kept us nine right by the fence dare a lil nigga come try us yea
clients girl
Now listen up close, I won't say it again
Skip a dog y'all cat is a man's best friend
Lil' Jon and Luda on the first class flight
From ATL
by
No time to sigh
All them pretty women
Planted in a row
You see them in the newspapers
But you can't have 'em, no!
No no no no no no no no!
You fucking with me on this evening im needing my soul snatched by the end of tonight
Believe the hype, yeah the rumors all true, i did seven years i
clients girl
Now listen up close, I won't say it again
Skip a dog y'all cat is a man's best friend
Lil' Jon and Luda on the first class flight
From ATL
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
mistakes don't define you
They don't dictate where you headin', they remind you
That time keeps tickin', let your mind keep clickin'
Never stop thinkin', be
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho'
die for the dollar (Yea-aye)
Cheat and rob and lie for the dollar (whoa-oh)
Just let it kill dem kill dem all it kill dem
Ugh, spending this bread
them bullets wasn't meant for you
I'm sorry that they hit you
Fuck that, spin again, shoot the friend too
See at first I was gon' stop until
Hell
a nigga then I'm tourin', shoulda kept me out your mental
All my opps, we got 'em sick as hell
That nigga tellin'
They like, "Lil' Rob, you slick
Me her her and her, grab her by her hair
Naked girls in here, girls touchin on girls
Your lil precious daughter
Got her high as hell make her pop
Hold on (I like that lil bro)
Listen, fuck all you bitches that
Wasn’t rocking with me (Bitch)
Now you wanna give me your
Number and blow me kisses
(Pull up lil' bitch like)
Pull up lil' bitch like, yeah, yeah
I bought a Urus today, uh-uh, paint it all yellow, look like bird
Inside big body,
ho-in', these bitches love money, get with it
So I put 'em on, all of 'em grown, they get dope
And all you need to do is just give 'em a lil' coke
So I
Heard them saying I should stop
Why would I listen to em
Knowing all he do is damn hate
Always been known as dead weight
Lil Brody want this glock
the hatin' gon' stop or this thang gon' blah
Most of these n****s ,ain't slang ,no blocks
Got a lil' somethin', but it ain't so hot
Try to sell a record
chain, smash the lens in your specs
Listen it's, lil' fame right?
With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai
Hey yo I'm firin' out a coppertop city,
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
[Chorus]
War, crime, violence should stop!
4-fever, 9 millimeter
'Dem a' want a heater 'cuz the streets is finna heat up
Six million ways to die;
To see the sun
And how many years until it's done
Kiss my confusion away in the night
Lay by side when the morning comes
And the baby looks around
they love it they say i look trim
Don't try to rob me lil nigga you see that shit poking yea that shit right on my hip
Niggas be screaming that we shit
the first idea
Why You deserve it?
Listen, King of the Jews
Where is Your kingdom?
Look at me, am I a Jew?
I have got no kingdom in this world
I'm through,
Girl, you're lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground
Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around
Don't stop, ooh, you servin' it now
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