Lyrics:
Sure I can shit anywhere,
and I promise you here I will shit on this stage and I'll,
crawl in it, sound in it, falling down and I...
I choose to shit
Told him, dive in, this shit feel like water (dive in)
Dive in, this shit feel like water (dive in)
Dive in, this shit feel like water
Told him,
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Turn my music up
Turn my music up
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Turn my music up
Turn my
'Cause after it's over, all you gon' hear is (run, nigga, run nigga, oh, shit, ah)
Shootin', blastin', hittin' the floor
Ten thousand in the safe, shit
Know your limit
Holy fucking shit
Understand your limits
Holy fucking shit
Know your limit
Holy fucking shit
Holy fucking shit
Holy fucking shit
Normally I'm quick to switch up my playlist
In my mind, I'll pack my bag and don't say shit
I got what it takes to say this
I got all the plays
of a century, ugh!
'Cause yesterday don't mean shit
What's over is over and nothing between
Yesterday don't mean shit
Because tomorrow's the day you have to face
Ha
It's Gucci
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Her hair down to her asshole, I love that shit
I just jumped out the whip with
Fuck, Shit, Lets go
Fuck, Shit, Fuck lets go
Fuck, Shit, fuck we're done
Man you know there used to be rules to this shit
Nowadays people do whatever the fuck they want
And worry about that shit later
That's the general
Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I'm on that Slaughter
'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty
You made me hate this city
And I don't talk shit about you on the internet
Never told anyone anything bad
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
the freezer (you're fuckin')
Your mom's so short she model for trophies
Oh shit, your mom's got three teeth
One in her mouth and two in her pocket
Oh shit
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)
Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs
Monte Carlo's, Cadillac's, and Jags
If it ain't a V8, that shit ain't fast
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Done been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears, niggas is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son,
there won't be no ho in us
They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does
From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We've changed
Yeah (yeah)
All the crazy shit I did tonight
Those will be the best memories
I just wanna let it go for the night
That would be the best
Hold the fuck up! (yeah)
Wait a motherfuckin' minute!
Can't start this shit without me
Your motherfuckin' nigga, ya boy Lil Jon
Represent and we
folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game
(Who?)
Generation X (X), generation Strange (Strange)
Sun don't even shine through our window pane (through our window pane)
So go ahead and talk shit
People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not, made me everything I am
I'll never be picture-perfect Beyonce'
Be light as Albi
of the mark ass niggas I broke
'Cause big Breed, can do ya
While I'm smokin' my dope, and tryin' cope
Catch up as this shit gets mental
This chronic got me
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