Lyrics:
Set up traps, got it boomin' in Tampa
I'm tryna show her I like her, so I keep sendin' her roses, Amber
I drop a ounce of that white, remix the clean,
(Let’s go)
Did it by myself, huh (Myself)
Did it on my own, ooh (Own)
Did it by myself, huh (Lil bitch)
Did it on my own, ooh (Let's go)
Niggas think they
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we still alive
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
"We don't care what people say"
rep your hood, let me see
Z's up, let me see, p's down, let me see
Throw it up, let me see
Let me see, let me see, let me see
Let me see, let me
how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's over
a gang
Boy, what you claim?
Throw up your gang
Switching four lanes
And our whip not the same
Pull up lil' bitch
Chopper need range
They flashin'
nigga, hit 'em up (hit 'em up)
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We thirty deep, lil' nigga, we ain't fightin' fair
You better holla at your partners
a
Canoe or a cruise ship
She said "Is it good?"
And I said "absolutely"
Now light up that doobie
Like Shaggy and Scooby
I ain't even know they made a remix
scared to go handle that drankin on crunk
reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where i shed my tears throw me the peace sign up then upside down
Bitch)
Big Nate, Long Beach, won't keep, lil' jon, tight beats, so come on let's ride!
What's up with these tryin' to play a nigga
Go to court these
DJ, please
Pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
G-Unit
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (come on)
Is it worth it, let me
love me, why?
'Cause I give 'em backshots
Niggas wanna throw slugs but I bust back shots
It ain't even about trying to diss these niggas
It's about
that cup of ambition
Have em throw a couple extras shot up in that drip
And rip the lid off the top, I gotta get on with it…
(Yo!)
This the most
A generator so the lights don't go out
A big profit in that greenery
We now stoppin? by the beach just for scenery
When here it's 45, up here it's 65
Meet
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
This the remix to ignition
Yea we got it hot and fresh up out the kitchen
VIP all the women rolling with me
Mixing liquor so you know we getting
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
rocking with him no more
It's okay, I get it popping
Whole club rocking, like a '64 impala
Drink Cris, throw it up Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in
of birth (date of birth)
Make a bad bitch sign paperwork
Once the ink dries, can't say a word (word)
Just another day at work (throw it to me)
Even
night)
I don't give a fuck what time it is
It can go down all night
Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat
First step, to collect a nigga's
luxury, rockin' this Tom Ford
Mama lil' neck throw the Hardaway (Penny)
I went bought a Audemaur today (plain) (Envy)
I was sellin' cocaina, I was in
paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot for me to settle
Mm,
Yeah!
It's yo boy Lil Jon, uh huh! (yeah, yeah)
Doing this for all the ladies
That like to dance (hey)
I see you over there (I see ya girl)
I see you
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
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