Lyrics:
a dream like Inception whoa
I'm next to blow
I'm feeling so exceptional
Up in the night like a vampire
Say you rock shit
This a landslide
Yeah we finna blow
on 'em
Tarmac got the glow on 'em
Summer flow on 'em
In the past, George Jung had blow on him
Dirt cheap, copped for the low-low on 'em
Lil Jon, get low
screamin in the back of the club louder than Lil' Jon
[Chorus]
You now lookin at the hood meal ticket seven thou on my wrist
It's kinda hard to keep
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wyte]
Now put this in yo mind, keep it close behind
All the fatal memorys you've been counting in yo head for time
I Like to get high I
got it out the dirt with a clean smirk
Fresh cut, jeans, ice clean in a t-shirt, whoa
Provided by Rowdy, support the brotherhood
I pop up back home
all night
Where the dollor at
everywhere we at
Speakers yelling like they're Lil Jon
The DJ run it back like a club song
Bass hitting hard, as Tyson
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
getting scary
Now these niggas acting scary (Huh)
All this subbing indirect
Got me like Whoa Now
Mack put me on the track
Little Nino Brown
Stay behind
she squirtin
El Diablo's favorite person
Second is Lil Nas X
Got blood on my shoes and you're next on the list
Sometimes I feel like the White Girls
my zone and I’m shaking up your muzzle
Rearrange your bones like I’m playing with a puzzle
Strong Jon Jones ya I’m breaking thru your muscle
Turn your
Don't buss that nut, If she acting all drunk
Feeling Lil Jon turnt off crunk
Heard yo mixtape put it on shuffle, that bitch ain't mixed right damn it's
And I - I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
Feel that for a bit, talk to ‘em rich
Bout a 1000 blunts rolled
Lil smoke for
Taking your shorty now you mad as fuck
Just like Lil Jon I turn down for what
Causing some chaos I'm running a muck
I am so sorry are you down on your
of the paddy wagon, Jonny got arrested It's a far cry from old Lil' Jon the Baptist
Started skipping school cause I ain't really with the message
Mama good with
(Damjonboi)
Shit, Jon-man
Shit, let's get it (shit)
Cloud of smoke from the 'Woods and the 'Vette spinnin'
Turnt a crumb to a loaf, we be
The damn thing
Money and the power making hella Plays
Jaime foxx shades untouched by the sun rays
Bounce wit cha boy 808 make the beat bang
Celebrate good
why i made lil jon a sequel
I stand on this you motherfuckers not my equal
I started making music bout my lack of trust
Life's a beach you had to learn
This is my purpose
I put the work in
Yeah its working (Yeah it's working)
Lil shawty a blonde
Got some blue eyes
I think that she perfect (I think that
haters
You know we doing well, well (well)
OK
Did the work, put the time in
Screech by I'm like Dustin Diamond
Now I got girls all across
under the Draco want a opp to speak on Gwen
Won't wait in line for a club, say YNB they let us in
Nigga claim they with that murder shit and now none got
Gang, a lot of sweat, tears and
Blood, like I cut my finger, they Can talk all they want but I Don't care what they saying
Cause I'll snap like Lil Jon
on her any day or later, ayy (woo)
Eat her candy, Now-and-Later, wait (wait)
I ain't through, baby, buy her acres (Rich Gang)
(Racks, racks) almost done
Hit the bros and we bust down (Bust down)
Now I got my whole 'partments winning
We got all type of cars, and they ain't rented (No)
We ain't cuffin'
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
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