Lyrics:
only took about a week
Better have some pape ain't shit allowed for free
Missed another lay and my niggas gotta re
Play with Big Jon Da Don get put up
the rules
I was fucked up by that movie, now I'm paid in full
Go hard like go, go, do your thing boo
Get that money, just don't let that shit done change
now
Girl don't leave me hangin' all by my lonesome
Why you gotta act like that
It's your bad
I don't say much but I know you hear my song on your radio
may try the I do's
But, I refuse to be tricked
Or used by a chick
Who get amusement or kicks
Out abusing my dick
When its real I'm all in it
But
this isn't home
Spendin blue faces baby until we gone
Make it all back by the time I pick up the phone
And lil shorty you are far from a basic
And she
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
It get active in this bitch, watch how I get it crunk
Standin' at the top, like my bed was bunked
Got these bitches watchin' like I was on TV
John
jus walk like a threat
That bitch got hit right by a bus can't wait to see which one next
I get bands off computers I'm in love wit my check
I get bands
ya girl missing all ya calls
Construction man I was breaking down her wall
I know you mad but don't get involved
Pull up in a van and go off the wall
the blood
Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
They won't recognize it by the time I'm done
Yeah, KG Radio 10645
You are now tuned into the sounds of DJ DND
on that Snoop shit, Gin got me woozy
Got me feelin' sorry for my nigga Lil' Boosie
Turn up the fuckin’ radio, bang a lil' Gucci
Get high as a hummingbird
get a W that's a must
Hope you got alot of bass in that trunk
Don't call me Lil Jon but I'll bring back the crunk
Walk right up in that bitch and I
time fly by, bell rang for class
I had showed up late but they Ain't make me get no tardy pass Cause who?
Everything was alright
Last first day
the stove gotit talk to 'em
All this drip I'm pursuin'
If my brother got beef, I'm chewin'
Thirty-three shots, lil' nigga
Patrick Ewing
I'd rather fuck her
Yeah!
Normally I don't do this
But a lil southern soul
Let's keep on grooving baby
Let's get up on the dance floor
So we bout to turn it up yeah
So
hold it
I pull up in the VIP, in my section turnt up
In the party getting crunk, off that Molly and the liquor yea
Ooouuu shit, Yea yea
Say I got my
on the dotted line
Cause now you're mine
Hey, hey bitch
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I
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
I can't be wrong
I'm a perfect imperfection and I don't find interest in the radio
So everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is
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
a ride
Birds eye view
Higher
Higher than you
Zoom out
All the colors
Just electric me and you
Kid Cudi on the radio
Lil Wayne gets a shout out too
and Tecca Nina niggaz know the rest)
Gay,
Is all you punks and mitch bades diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Too gangsta for an old lady
Big bang take lil' bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin' to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct I could really give a fuck
lil john
Dab on them hatters like the
Migos
Home of the sweetest georgia
Peaches
The Livest skrip club ever
Down here it get hotter than
The devil
Discuss these get crunk radio by lil jon Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In