Lyrics:
gotta make movies
Bright lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just
[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for
to blow
Lastly you see:
Me, be three by three
Firing these things called TNT
Fire these things called TNT
These things called TNT
They call me TNT
(what)
We get 'em up at the drop of a dime bro
And did a day livin' by the AK
>From the ??? overseas, TRU niggas blowin' trees'
And gettin'
on the clout
Imposter in disguise
You're jumping from both sides
I'm drawing the blueprint got to send it by midnight
This shit ain't no sprint no
yayaya
Dripping in designer I be fly yayaya
Hit yo girl then I gotta tell her by yayaya
When you see me I be flylylyly
Say Lil mama come on nananana
This here's a record I wrote about friendship
The kind that X and Ja 'Lil was talking bout
When they wrote
Friends, how many of us have them?
I'm
up out that bitch mobbin
Nigga know bout lil Rob nigga get it poppin yah yah
Nigga diddy boppin
Im the one that got these niggas diddy boppin
You know
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
eyes you was lyin' lil homie
I ain't - I ain't even whine lil' homie
Had to tell him pay me back, you be dead by the morning
Back then down bad, She
mighty possessive
Lil' Wayne could not have found him a better successor
Every shot you see them take at me? They all contested
Allen Iverson shoe deal,
that I'm
Slime, you could slatt, i wipe yo ass
Im conniving
I could know you and I'll still rob yo' ass
When them niggas robbed lil' Ben
I had to run
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
gorilla stitch
40 years go by man still snitch
Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch
No hammers that night Goddamn man
It was amateur night I played
God and get rich
Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit
They made a right on me, them last two dicks
Know I seen 'em, Max loaded,
Conversation wit God get me out and I promise Ill never rob again
I kno he tied of hearin me makin all dem broken promises
And I kno he tied of me only callin
Then I went by my Granny on Garfield, by Moolah house
Where they keep them toolies out
Track life, fear nobody, track life
Get your money, track life
got life in jail
Perkys get you by, them youngins knock 'em down
Lil one tell my phone when you got back in town
They see me on the stage now, though
(Lord Infamous) Talking
Yeah, Lord Infamous ,back in this thang, the scarecrow, keyser soze
You know in memphis, we got this lil saying, when
of stuff
Used to kick doors down
Baby like I'ma sensei
I'm the type to rob the plug
And his jefe I did a jug after a jug
After another one
Keep Billy by side
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history
'Cause I've been
time
Got a few niggas
That pray and live by the book
Got a few niggas
That rob
Live like a crook
Ain't no right lesson
Got to learn it all
Cause life
thick, I'm the one you go and get
Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see
Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be
In every
- any of them lil' girls at yo' school?
Do they say they love you? Do they say they'll do anything for you?
I said yeah man, all the time - right?
He
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