Lyrics:
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
you where dem jeans at
Where dem jeans at
Ones you wear when you're mad at me (Fashionova)
I love you longer than your Grand-Daddy (Till I'm real old)
just like Lil Baby steady runnin' up dem funds
Boy I'm way too busy to be trippin'
I keep flexin' on these bitches it ain't easy to be pimpin'
Ain't no
had a lil lamb
Know I used 2 pop out 4 the pep rally
But I look best when I don't give a damn
Like fuck it, matter fact, where my susu at
Talking bout
holdin' it down from the block to the pen (YEA!)
[Verse 1]
Dirty South, dirty mouth, yes, I'm guilty nigga
Keep a pistol by my side for dem filthy niggaz
star a PG legend
MoCo phenomenon holmes I'm all of it
Yeah they all love it though critique Jon Lovitz
And whack hoes hating on key out in public
See
stalks now
Is it that 106 & Park pimping?
Is it those MTV looks?
Is it Lil Jon screaming on the hooks? (yeah)
Is it that tour bus bread?
(Haha) Is it
can take it outta state lil baby, Where you wanna Wanna go?
If you cant decide which one you want, you finna get em both
If you come into the Ocean,
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Let
seesaw
Don't take a peek
Might not like what you see
With the bands where I be
Put that man on his feet
Couple man dem with me
Couple man dem they hate
this scum on your chest? did that little rubber mammy 'do something' on you?
Thing-fish: (alarmed)
Ob'dewlla! you lil' vagrant! what you been up to wit
Oh shit put ya middle fingers up on this one
Oh this is the one right here yo
OH we finna get real crunk
Up in this motherfucka man
Lil Jon
way 'cause we superfly
I'm 'bout to raise the prices I swear to God
R-O-C y'all know how we ride
Bangladesh, CyHi, Lil Jon
Let's go (Bangladesh)
off strength
These niggas really nothin' dem boys lil shrimps
From houston to detroit them bitches feel this drip
Welcome to the land of where we just
Hey Lil? Jon, know we tell these boys
When they campin' out with the blunt, right?
We tell ?em puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff,
she can't get nothin
I told her I'd pay for it bitch I was bluffin
My money ain't childish dont get caught by dem youngins
I put this shit up they
I can't leave the house
Without my muhf******
Skrap nigga
Every slime
Ain't my kind
I d'ont need ya dap lil nigga
Got some real killas
That'll
Throw up ya hands to it
Go head, call 'em pops
Girl what's it gon' take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start
Is you rollin? [x4]
Bitch I might be [x2]
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Bitch I might be [x4]
[Verse 1:]
East Atlanta slum man is where I
2020
Did u miss me
Or I'm history
Fuckin kiddin me
Where u been
Fuck it then
21
Find me partying
Sittin next
To lil Jon
I can't waiting tell my mom
Oh
on my ten (pursue his ass by feet)
Ain give a fuck about no school for real I used it make some bucks
Off dem drugs he feeling tough quickest way to get
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
And I'm just getting started
Pour another fucking shot
I'm the life of the party
Bitches coming by the two
And they calling me papi
I been humble
[Lil Boosie] U can catch me by tha school zone wit my McKinley blue on wit a tool on that'll have you you you and you gone you niggaz hatin on a boy cuz
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