Lyrics:
glowing up
Now the lil bitches they wanna screw me
But back in the day they was like screw me
Wait look
See how that go
That's why I can't trust a hoe
I'm moody
Remy got me feeling
Ways, too sick
And a two six, all
My n****s On
The way ruthless
Keep ya focus
On ya pay
Lil bitch
Son a n***a
For
through my veins
So I'm strong
Ha ha ha
Bye, bye, bye
Lets get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these n****s
But I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa
days
In a kitchen with two stoves
That’s me on a double date
Half a quarter in a backwood
That be me on my wedding day
More than plot on these opp n****s
the road lego
Like i hit the road lets go
Look at my wrist it glow
I get the bag fo sho
Like Im in my bank fo sho
Im rockin' Christian Dior
I do not listen
kill the man slow
We don’t give a damn, send ‘em
We gone give the man go
White n***a hittin’ low
My n****s end the show
Ain’t no cotton pickin’,
done built foreal
Woo woo woo lets go
Double G print
Lil n*** can't walk in my shoes
Can't walk in my shoes
Big dawg stepper one way
Can't leave no room
When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny
I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag,
The Vision Better Living ,
I Got My Mind Right , and Its All Because I GRIND
HOOK:
I Told N****s Get That Bag Boy (GRIND)
I Told N****s Get That Bag Boy
N****s sweeter than Skittles, so they spitting in riddles
See that lil' s*** that you spittin gon' have you sleep in hospitals
Cause if you beef with my
But yo bitch, I might fuck her
Just because I know you's a sucker
Let my nuts go, bitch let my nuts go
Let my nuts go, bitch
Do you like the way they
ain't worried about nobody else pockets
Lil n***a I'm only worried abt mines
If you wanna win just wait on yo time
If I let you in my life on da line
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
keys (Yea)
I think a n****s gotta fetish (Look)
I love to watch my diamonds freeze
80s baby, Summer baby at the crib they call me Junior (Uh)
I ain't go
and I don’t fuck with you, don’t hit me up you just acting fake
Jealous n****s talk behind my back, when I see y’all pussies say it to my face
Tell my lil
niggas, texas, You know
[hook]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit my niggas ho [x4]
[chorus]
[Lil' Jon and Ice Cube:]
Mothafuck that nigga, Mothafuck
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
Can't sing mute tune lil n****
Just in case go shoot lil n****
Headshot dead shot
Ran up on the n**** in the park-lot
Where was my mans
Can't fuck with
in the classroom crunk got benny by my Shit so i stay supa drunk ridin downtown wit a shot of
tiquila jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa
a load, make n****s fold, watch 'em die, and let 'em drip dry
Gon' spill pints from n****s; my rapid fire put n****s in black attire
Stuffed in
I Do That Dirt, Now All My Real N****s, Walk With Me (Yeah)
Just Walk With Me (Yeah), Walk With Me (Yeah), see'mon Walk With Me (Yeah)
Now I Can
care what them white folks say I just wanna see my lil boy
Go to school, be a man and sign up for college boy
Don't be a fool, be a man
What you think
expecting the same
Young caught a body but then end up ratting, we let these lil n****s fuck up the game
Your kind of crazy and my kind of crazy I guarantee
'Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga (we don't give a fuck nigga)
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil' Jon
Let's go, let's go
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