Lyrics:
[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir
[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
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
Story
We now return to "Celebrity Apprentehh"
Donald Trump Impression now Lil' Jon
Why do you think your team lost?
Lil' Jon wHO WHAT!
Donald
twin on side
Just took off, we finna ball
Just got to Gaia
First I gotta stop by the store to get some Geyser
I cut for lil shawty she a real hypnotizer
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
by the hoes
Now a nigga know Jag finna get that doe cash before I hit that door hit the dro
Hit em with the big bad flow and get x out tic tac toe hit
know this bad lil shawty
Punch you dead in ya throat
Heard that she get her bundles
Done by Meme the goat
Red bottoms she killin shit
It was murder she
but they won't understand
In the lab all the time yeah I'm doing this shit for the fans
Doing this shit by myself yeah I did it all with no help
Scared
fresh out the box
Like a mink skin sofa, fresh out the box
Rap's on my shoulder's, fresh out the box
I'ma take a ride to the city get me something pretty
in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of chain
[Lil Jon]
Yea
This shit right
a round, me and my dogs get bucked
With the Lil Cl'Che, still ready to get crunk
We M double A-be , now little bitch what
On a treaty the microphone, we
and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron see fix your damn channel
If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar
I know Bun be , Lil
covered by the blood homie
Walk into the enemies camp
Cause I was sent there to stomp and stamp
Out everything that is evil
And my orders come from your
ridin'
Got a lil' change surrounded myself by game
Niggas sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo
rollin blunts
She a lil hottie she boujie af
So you knowww she get what want
But I wear da jeans and she know whassup
It run In my genes to run up dese
lil' tune ya was doin'
Oh, you mean this here
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kind of comfortable,
P-p-p-peace up, A-Town down
Yeah!
Okay (Usher, Usher, Usher)
Lil' Jon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (let's go!)
turned down and the beat down low
Throw the 40-cal and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
Cause you can catch
radio
Cats sound retarded
Ah yes coming from the Southeast, this is
How we do, representing the Southeast, 681
Holding it down, ah yes coming from
Throw me the ball and watch what I do with it
Uh-huh, uh
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, huh
And Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
this life'll get ya
Ay, daddy told me aim up high (uh)
Shoot down every image they sent you (yeah)
Living out by the margins
Can't be fitting
to the motherfucking double A-B on sight, nigga go on chrome and creep
Riding on down gotta get it crunk one time, everyday all day we gon shine
I's a playa look I
you still beneath like your name is Lannister I'm fucking (Jon) snow
Who the fuck are you?
Credits go to the fake places
Not controlled by a fucking
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