Lyrics:
Ain't no discussion
Yeaa he a opp, we get the mop dats a concussion
Grab the broom and boom em fuck I look like fussin
You not my roun, you not my soulja
for dem hoes)
It's A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know
Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis
drinking on
She wanna go out to eat, but me, JD, I'm thinkin' home
Just so I could see you moan
But what the hell we both grown
Wearin' dem jean like
drinking on
She wanna go out to eat, but me, JD, I'm thinkin' home
Just so I could see you moan
But what the hell we both grown
Wearin' dem jean like
[Yukmouth]
I live the life of a hoodlum
Take ten paces, turn around and shoot 'em
Concrete Budda
We threw 'em in the creak to loose 'em
Streets
posted on da block,I don't run away from cops,I just let dem niggaz have call dee money tell give dat heater out his jacket, I'm a magnolia prince a vl
Anywhere mi ah Dey mi ah move by vhim cah me prayer Dem ah get ah response
So me tell em
Mi nuh know what Dem ah do Attitude dema show inna every hood yei
BAM BAM
Hey ( 7x)
Rustyk , Rxza tell dem , fire burn
(fire)
Hook:
Bam Bam, Bam till they fall
Rustyk and Rxza we are go
match the place up
Bam
Kilele ahh kilo gbe it's your boy excel Lomi sere
Toba dale o taba pade soma funmi Lonl kele
Ama good bad Boyz ao wa sere
You can ask masope ko sere
I'm-I'm-I'm connected everywhere (that's the homie)
Everywhere I go all of the people know my name
It's ya big homie Snoopy, just tell 'em you with me
I
put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen
If a nigga tryna scheme
Tell em tricks for the kids
Never change on the gang
No price no bid
Never put it back down
Cause the price too big
Imma
man are selective bad boys
Some "we just wanna be accepted" bad boys
Some big whips but no electric bad boys
Think they're bad 'cause of Narcos
Na
Soulja Boy
Pulling up in my new toy
Shoot my shot, Brandon Roy
AND I
Cannot slow down my grind
I'm one of a kind
Tell me what's on your mind
This, is,
up shit creeks
Dem bottom boyz gone always tweak Free black Kris out dat cell real silent nigga ain’t never gone tell
Free O out dat cell nigga
(Ess
Yeaaa
Exit 10 Boyz nigga
Yeaa Karma Boy sht
I'm Boutta be the realest inna game niggas aint never see me comin
Who you think you tryna press I bet
who ain't with it we dem boyz
choppas aimin at yo fitted, quick to split it, tell em Moy
but you can catch me in the kitchen water whippin with dem boyz
we show from this life
And thats life
Solamani got killed by a demon not by a partisian greement
This is a king of a legion world that we live
That big boy be Flexin like Heavy D
They know whos man like im Heavy D
Your girl on my gram gave her heavy D
Said I'm chunky by funky like heavy D
gone creep thru ya shit
We hit dem hoes by da twos, we split and kick 'em out
If I dish dat shit in, my dawg gone dish out
I'm talmbout right foot in
em make dem pack one side
I'll put my other girls in a trash one side
Only you
Girl I go stand by you
Cover you
24/7, 365 annually
Every night I go dey
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
the prince of this pit
I'm bringin light in this ditch
I still got kin in that pen I can't leave em
Doubt running rapid these devils deceive em
We show em
writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I
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