Lyrics:
of bad days
I'm losing people like it's the last supper
It's cliché
And sometimes I turn on my jam to get crunk
Aye bay bay
They say the good die young
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
way 'cause we superfly
I'm 'bout to raise the prices I swear to God
R-O-C y'all know how we ride
Bangladesh, CyHi, Lil Jon
Let's go (Bangladesh)
[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin reporting live from San Diego, California
I'm here with two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob
understand it ’til you face the right pill charge
Worry free cause my lawyer get it crunk
Told me I’d get time serve without ever hitting a bunk
I don't
the winter
If it's fuck you den it's fuck you I ain't tryna rekindle
I'm riding through them blocks serving sick out the window
Call it Lil Jon get to blowing
the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph
I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass
Reach your epitab and bury your ass
As the coffin gets lowered into
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
niggas try to send they lil' bro like I ain't big homie
Hold on, let me call lil' bro so he can get on him
And the opp said I was broke, so you know I had
that you exist
Now we screaming all yeah like lil Jon in this bitch
Every time I text her you get jealous asking who I am is.
You call me asking why
don't really care if you fuckin that bitch
All we gotta do is just step in the spot and we thicken the plot by the flick of the switch
WWW dot WWE lil
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
song from Lil' John and Petey Pablo
[DJ Petey Pablo]
Aight, I got that coming right up for ya
Now shout out the radio station that gave ya what ya
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho
route, somehow I ain't get no peace inside my crib
Lil Nae had payed my tickets, we ain't gone speak on the shit I did
Sitting inside the Genesis coupe I
hold me down A lil While
..and I’m far out!
You can call me Pluto because everyone counted me out (oh yeah)
Ohh (x8) (call me Pluto..Pluto pluto )
Oooh
or beef you Should know the difference
This is not no lil Jon
But we getting ignant
If I'm not the greatest
I am one of his descendants
Did I mention
Bacc
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
Here to tell you this
you want somethin', then stay down[01:52.25]Lil' Jon went playin', we'll stomp yo' ass in the A-Town[01:55.84]Yeah, who said it? Who said it? Who said
and I’ll do it by my lonely
Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby
He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony.
Want him dead
said (Yup)
Free 6ix9ine, tell that lil' nigga hold his head (TreyWay)
He went to Chicago and ain't get shot
Just for goin', fuck what time it was, he
Radio Killa, Big Snoop D-O dub
The American Dream
Hey yo nephew, why don't ya come up off them keys?
Sing a lil' somethin' for the ladies
You
do you mean?
When your mama a fiend but
Your lil' sister a queen
And the fridge so empty
It's hurtin' your self-esteem
Now to get out on the corner
even
Know cause They wearing uniform every day Riding down Tara walking up Flint
Stop by the Sunoco get me some chips
Step in your backyard might take
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