Lyrics:
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
album that shit is depressin', woah
Boy, I do this shit by my solo
I just left the thrift with some polo
Bitch I'm feeling fly like dodo
Bring that
album on the shelf?
[They call him Lil' Flip]
who went platinum with one video?
[They call him Lil' Flip]
who smokin dro in every state he go?
[They call
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'
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
cookin', Aunt Jemaimi when I'm in the kitchen cookin' for ya momma
South Jersey lil product of some problematic addiks tryn'a gossip
Or da preppies up in
Gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I said it what nigga buck nigga
Like Lil Jon I don't give a fuck
I give a God damn if I never sell another milla
I take my
to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them haters want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho'
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
Somethin brand new from E. Dub)
That's bound to bub (Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
But I don't care If I don't get one spin
I gives a "WHAT!!!" like Lil' Jon and them
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho'
lil bitch I'm taking (Yuh)
By the music they tryna diffuse it
And abuse it lil nigga get to it
Got the juice lil nigga be juicing
Capri Sun nigga be
I throw that shit up, lil' bitch, I rock every
She gon' bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be (yeah)
Diamonds bite heavily
Kicked out
on the
Prawl of gold-diggin' missions
And my folks is livin' foul
They whoopin' ass with precision
Fallin' back at the club, smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
T.I., I told 'em how the be fly
Way before Nelly, I was up in the telly
Before JD, I was jigglin' baby
Before Lil' Jon, I put the South on
Before
you want me)
Feet on dash, dirt road like this shit country
Up in the coupe, got lil’ shawty in the front seat (Got lil’ shawty in the front seat)
Trash
She wanna fuck on the team that lil bitch better get the fuck up out of our way
And you seeing lil J how he up in that wraith which foreign we
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
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
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