Lyrics:
to fake them out with a pump
On my Lil Jon with that crunk
Call my shooter up he gon' dump
Drop and give me them C Notes
Weigh them out by the kilo
Last
fit in this
I was raised by the code
Don't snitch don't snitch
Get played by a pro
Like twitch like twitch
Pack him up make em' fold
Lil twitch lil
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
scared to shoot
Three 6 Mafia for 12 years we've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck
I'm from the bay, I thrown them
on 'em
You would think it's Uber black, way I pull up in a truck on 'em
Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boys, get crunk on 'em
Fucking with a light skin Keisha,
don't
Ain't no disrespect, 4L, aight
That's all I know
We don't play the radio, on my momma
That's all I know
Fuck a handgun send the heat with
Better hold me down
The dog just got unleashed
Gone go crazy
Put em on a stretcher
Now the nigga gone
Need some surgery
Snitch like 69
Get hit by a four
Black t-shirt so all you see is the A
Turn on the TV and all you see is the A
You niggas better make up a dance
And try and get radio play
Keep
go
Yah they fuckin' me
Go go
If you love let me
Go go
I ain't holdin' back no
Mo mo
Lil Richie
Got the city fuckin' with me
Get dumb litty
All you ever
Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,
the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk
Good times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
Freakin' ho's while
Ay, yea
Trillville
Yeah Lil Wyte nigga
Hypnotize
Y'all better get that shit right nigga
We don't give a fuck tonight nigga
Ay, y'all niggaz
Ay, yea
Trillville
Yeah Lil Wyte nigga
Hypnotize
Y'all better get that shit right nigga
We don't give a fuck tonight nigga
Ay, y'all niggaz
Verse 1
Where's my phone, i gotta get this
Tha freak of tha week and guaruntee i won't miss
Shake that ass and hit that split
Roll them hips and stop
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh I got you out
without a doubt, I got you out
(Lil' Bow Wow)
[Sauce Money]
(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don't get
can't get enough
(can't get enough!)
why slow down time..
when you'd rather pass it by?
why slow down time?
why even cry?
and now I'm dancing in
Sorry, keep going
Yeah, yeah, all together
I got you, I got you guys, I got you
I'm in a different vehicle
I got you, I got you
Could I get
slaughter
When I brucked him he left his daughter
Smacked by body, smacked by silly
He was victim in Deptford Green (pussy)
Without me you can't get no
a brand new bag
Thick lil bitch she a sag
Try not to live life fast
hellcat match new jag
My new bitch she bad
She too crunk at the party i'm tryna see what
send one of my lil' niggas
Come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket
The police they know I'm legit
Ever since I started nation ridin', got a lil' change
Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch?
Re evaluate
advisory)
And I saw Old Man Dad fucking a hoe (disgusting)
You screamed the lyrics of Lil Jon's Get Low (to the window)
Your maturity is at the level
Tell lil’ Mami come get it
You know my team they winnin
It couldn’t be no different
Yeah all my ouens is wit’ it
Fresh Nike’s I got it on me
They
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