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[Hook x1: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
Get some crunk in yo system (See) Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!) Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas) Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet) Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin) Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing) Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me) [Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)] Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon) Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon) Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon) Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!) [Dirty Mouth] I can feel it, ya hater's dont like it They see me at a show, them niggas get excited Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson Cause they dont say B.S'n, Im good with my weapon Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster But it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing Niggas say I'm trill They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah [Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)] Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came Iits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man. Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair. Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard. I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigga. (cmon) [Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)] Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A I'm ridin 21, on my Impala son I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho. Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door Off the hinges, I'm relentless I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen) Amen , I works hard for the south These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth The house, the car, these bitches bustin out they bras Just so they can show they titties to a star. Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah) Keepin it real, Keepin it trill Reppin the ville, I sho will [Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)] [Hook x2] |
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[Don P Talking]
[chorus] As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x] You the weakest link goodbye [4x] As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x] You the weakest link goodbye [4x] [Don P] They always askin me why I say yaa Cause I mean what I say and I agree with myself And imma keep it real, and you should keep believing Cause if you don't you the weakest link and you should be leavin Twerk that shit in the lane and my name they be screamin Like Michael Vick im talking shit, playin this field So I aint need no reason to knock you out the projects Juzt take your fukin wallet, im makin a fukin profit And you niggas cant stop me, like you tryn 2 catch my ass Im ready to shot a nigga when all you do is fukin pass The last day of class, soo aint no need to ask Cause I aint the teacher, I wont let you pass Im Don AKA, slash Corleone Whoo started his own shit, who put us all on And the bows been thrown, and the guns been cocked up Now the only thing left 2 get rid of you fukin talkers [chorus] As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x] You the weakest link goodbye [4x] As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x] You the weakest link goodbye [4x] [Big Mouf] Purple tray and niggas always like to talk that bullshit Ima let you feel it when these bullets start to talking spit Rite out the barrel of my rueger at you lame hoes This is how it goes when my gun done put a hole Rite threw your dome, cuz my chrome is my only friend Niggas don't pretend to be down when you wasn't in You smiling in my face imma stab you in the fukin back Dressed in all black, with the tech ready to attack Nigga you aint hard imma take yo ass up off the map Peelin niggas cap talking shit runnin at their trap Im realest nigga that you niggas eva seen before Imma let you know, I aint never been a scary hoe Not your average joe, left your spleen on your fukin top Nigga pop pop as I cock back the fukin glock Niggas need to start, tryn to talk down on my game Imma do the same, to their ass as I buss their brain [chorus] As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x] You the weakest link goodbye [4x] As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x] You the weakest link goodbye [4x] [Lil Atlanta] As far as I can see man you a bitch You the weakest link outcha mothafukin cliq Jump up if you down to get hit And quit talking all that monkey ass shit Im cutting out the middle, you getting paid a lil This some real shit this aint no nursery ryme riddle Imma let him get you, rite there hit you They gonna hav to stich you, and the nigga ridin with you That's why I toss bricks, I seen da bigga picture Aint don't nobody miss you, you bitch cant even kiss you So she about to ditch you, or betta yet quit you Imma real nigga, but she act like she don't give a shit So pass me the switch, im gone off the liquor As far as I can see man you a bitch ass nigga Its time to fire up, your time expired up And when I pull it out, you get shot up My nigga [chorus] As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x] You the weakest link goodbye [4x] As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x] You the weakest link goodbye [4x] [Trillville] Hey, hey, hey [fades to end] |
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[Chorus]
Bitch nigazz don't know me, Bitch nigazz don't know me, Bitch nigazz don't know me, Bitch nigazz don't know me, So stay away from hoe niggaz, So stay away from hoe niggaz, So stay away from hoe niggaz, So stay away from hoe niggaz, [Dirty Mouth] [Verse 1] Dis generation im livin, its nothin but this lil pimpin, Im breakin niggaz like wody, But nothin but game i been given, Stay away from weak nigazz, consolidating my figures, But if you cross the roadpass And put a 10 to yo liva, I gives a fuck about hoes, I gives fuck about trick, Cuz the only thing a hoe can do is To slob and nob on my dick, So who in the you been wit, A snappin fishes like dis, And put the lock on yo shit and leave you dead in a ditch, My ammunition is lethal like danny glover im armed, Wit some shit to bust yo head if yo hoes in alarm, so back the Fuck Out my face before you get yo ass slung, wit dis AKA-47 aim'in Write At yo heart. [Chorus (Repeat x2)] [LA] [Verse 2] Bitch nigga you don't know me So why in the fuck you try'n to Hate, Runnin your mouth just like some Hoe, Bitch thats the closest thing to Fake, All in my face just like its cool But i see right through this shit, Talkin bout dat u my folk, No nigga you's a bitch, Get back boy, I'ma be gettin laid up in this bitch, What, nigga time and time again, I done told you better Duck nigga, Cuz if ya fake stay the fuck away Cuz i don't like ya bitch, All my niggaz no ya, An they know dat you's a stay trick, All fucked up to tell ya that i ain't gon make me show ya 1, 2, 3, 4, Nigga (Grrrraaaaaaaaaa) Mothafucka what it is, Eye'in me bitch hoe ass nigger, You just stepped up in some shit and You ready to duck quick, Run mothafucka stay away from real Shit, Bitch nigga might not like it I don't like it either bitch Pussy nigga get back Pussy nigga get slapped Pussy nigga get split Pussy nigga get threshed [Chorus (Repeat x2)] [Don Peezy] Next time me and you Cause ain't never wanna meet'cha Yo always talkin' the bullshit Hell no you ain't neva future You always talkin' like a preture But you some of the bullshit You can meet me at the club nigga Fuck the poolpit nigga Fuck the damn altar nigga I ain't sayin' salter nigga Speakin of me let's meet at The parken' lot With all my damn nigga So then we can go on and figure out Who Real and who Fake Cause i see through You like glass nigga So go ahead break I'm not I'm the super AKA slash, slash up in your face Talkin' the bullshit Another garbage and i'll Push you away Strike 1, Bad Mistake Strike 2, Bad Mistake World Series Championship Ain't nothin' nothin' about me rich! [Chorus (Repeat x2)] [Lil' Scrappy] Scrap Y'all, Scrap Y'all Woooooooo! Ain't that some muhfuckin' shit Talkin' like you know me Gonna get your punk ass hit Put that down that's weed in the air Keep jumpin' in my face Im gonna knock the dreads Out yo hair Who that be BME you know me Niggas tesin my clique I'm a show ya that im a G Yea thats the same nigga Fuckin' your daughter With the pimpin' out so hard They gonna call it hoe slaughter Sayin' im bitch shorty Who that me playa Even bitches save me for that I'll never date ya Now hoes out your face Can you transelate Talkin all that garbege I'll make ya dicipitate |
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What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up) Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts) Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut) Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah) Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call) And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall) Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls) While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah) [Verse One] This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could But anyway, gone and drop a number or something So I can call you later on,on your phone or something Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting I'm digging in your walls something viscious With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious With your pretty brown skin, like I'm enjoying your kisses And you ah certified head doctor Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom [Chorus] [Verse Two] Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe Then bust a nut all over yourself The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause And every time you seen a G you was slipping |
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[Lil Scrappy Talking]
Hey, hey, hey [repeats during hole thing] We on top of the world boy Crank it (o-k-k-k) On top of the mothafukin world (k-k-k) This ya boy Lil Scrappy We feelin to crank shit up (Yea) we feelin to crank shit up We feelin to crank shit up Now crank it up a notch (Yea) Crank it up a notch Crank it up a notch Crank it up a notch Its goin down like this ya'll A-town, your town I love everybody you no what im sayin all them thug niggas We got crunk niggas on the right, (o-k-k-k) I say we got crunk niggas on the left (o-k-k-k) We gonan tell all u crunk niggas to get nasty (that's what it is) Now we'll knock a hatta out (cuz) Cuz we some head bussaz Im just bein me Crank it up a notch (im just bein me) Crank it up a notch (step your game up) [repeat] Im just bein me Im just bein me Prince of crunk Take it to another mothafukin song That's just a intro (Crank it) |
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[Lil Scrappy talking]
[chorus] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on eyein me [4x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on tryin me [4x] [Lil Scrappy] Fuck the bullshit beat dat ass to the floe He twistin now he shakin like a god damn hoe Don't run they goin to bak me, now hes tryin to attack me Juzt blow your brain cells from ur head I be clappin Now I buck all day, I buck all nite Damn rite I beat your ass in a god damn fite Don't stand so close, get your damn nose broke Tryn to give me doubt when you see bitch you aint my folk You be tryn me, im a thugged out g Imma switch you sideways imma charge a post up fee Thug straight trappin, till I get rich off this rappin I aint got no friends got watch whos heads I be clappin Flippin and flappin at the mouth ya its off the chain Flippin it on them real bitches just to get brain What the fuck is you tryn me foe I aint no bitch, I aint no lame hoe [chorus] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on eyein me [4x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on tryin me [4x] [Lil Scrappy] What the fuck is goin on I beat the fuck out your ass and bring your bitch ass home Im a young thug nigga I aint no fuckin joke If I aint no lame bitch then what the fuck you eyein foe Talking all that shit bitch take it outside Pop you about 3 times make you turn clockwise I aint playin I done bein trife, damn they done took a life Used to call me chicken cause I used to stab a man with a knife My life, tatted on my neck, so you best respect We thug stylin BME, leavin bitch niggas wet ? Im goin to pit stop My brains in nerve lose I carry my own cross But still you get tossed And last but not least, quit tryn me You aint got no business mothafukin eyein me [chorus 2x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on eyein me [4x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on tryin me [4x] [Lil Scrappy] Haters dress to impress, but dey missd the spot It takes chest to distress the longevity pot But I got a 380 waitin so keep your eyes up on me Keep your eyes off my dick and get your own damn money You silly mothafucka you'll get your head slit wide open I do it in the street and leave your neighborhood smoking And they hope in, that the mothafuckin war is ova These lyrics soul reverse them, click clack and break your shoulder Im rollin from the south side of the A If you keep lookin imma bust your ass in your face I aint goin to play imma just make an example All that unloyal shit will get your bitch ass tapered When I cock back my pistols gonna sound like bam Get your ass so hard the fuckin crowd say damn You just got knocked the fuck out That's the way we do niggas that's eyein in da south [chorus] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on eyein me [4x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] He keep on tryin me [4x] |
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[LIL JON] - let's rise ! for the international headbussaz-
Wassup LIL SCRAPPY LIL SCRAPPY Lil Scrappy BME CLICK (who are you?) I'm Lil Jon, OKAY !!! BOOM We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike (background - wha wha ...)and I'm ready to fight Checkin out my steel killin every punk nigga in site We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl (uh what you say?) Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth I'll murder all of y'all bitches in da middle of da street And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide It be nothin shawty till the day that I die We strive, on tearin heads up ! And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up We don't give a fuck about havin no click The A got my back and ain't takin no shit Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz I speak my mind, cuz bitin my tongue hurt Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt I'm a mothafuckin rida, cuz I thought y'all knew And I reppin nothin even it's twenty of you I think it's plenty of you that really want da shawty dead Watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin bread Fuck all y'all born hataz wit hatred blood to match A long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z And shawty matter of fact these trill g's and dub's We ain't talkin behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust I'm by myself, but bein alone makes you strong I stepped out the porch young, so shawty I been grown We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz ATL off da chain down here Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you gon disappear You walk in da club, it's tight like brass knuckles Straight info on hata like be chumpin off turned brothas Beatin in ya door with dat clip on da tech Beatin down ya block in that 89' Chevy Tellin stupid bros we throwin bows that we ready Screamin "swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me Yeah shawty - I'ma ATL slugga Knockin out heads on you pussy mothafuckaz Shawty be sayin "scrap you cool boy" But I known in my heart dat I'ma headbussa boy ! We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz HJK&TG |
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[Trillville talking]
[Chorus] You can get crunk in the club Roll wit your hood Get stomped in the club Or you could get buck in the club Get fucked up in the club Nigga we don't give a fuck But you don't want no problem (Problem) But you don't want no problem (Problem) But you don't want no problem with me Cuz BME we be 50 deep You don't wanna be dead in the streets Mouth full of blood and soaked from the heat (Ooo) Why you tryna act hard as hell And you know damn well you don't wanna feel the shell Nigga I been down by a lot Gun to my head, pressed dead to the wall I got big balls and bullets like baseballs Split ya dome, put you straight, knock out all ya'll Hell no them boys don't play Straight nuts to ya face Put your pistol away And don't weed to my head I pray for the folks in the club gettin scared Got a problem with that [Chorus] Hold em back, hold em back Man fuck that nigga Fuck that hold em back Gotta push that nigga Hold em back, hold em back Push that nigga Fuck that hold em back Hey shawty it's on Goddamnit it's on Keep poppin in my face and get popped in the dome Learn to rush mothafuckas It's gonna hurt If a nigga fall That's when shit gets worse The problem with you niggas is You just talk too much Man swang on a nigga and fuck his ass up And you can walk on by with your nuts in a tub I'll be your obliged if you really won't get crunk In the A we don't play them games We just stack and slang and load up them things Gettin buck if you wanna and catch a bow Keep your pretty ass gull, beat your ass, and take your hoe [Chorus] [Trillville talking] |
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(Chorus)
Imma flip paint filp paint roll daint daint Money in the bank bank diamonds in my pinky ring Imma flip paint filp paint roll daint daint Money in the bank bank diamonds in my pinky ring Im so addicted to makin money its funny My speakers beat the block so the hatas they hear me comin The can of paint flippin and swervin it make ya pick up Today im feelin good so im destened to pick a bitch up Put it all on my chedda my diamonds shinnin like im richer But chrome wheels spinnin so people can take a picture Aint never comin flo throw some diamonds in my jaw Put some pipes on the back i be shakin them hatas off Stay connected wit some head bussas hatas comin round But aint no competition dug them bitches in the groung Cause im balln like im posed to money in the bank Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they cant (chorus) Big bang take lil bang fuck what you damn think Gettin to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring Disorderly conduct i cound really give a fuck Stay buckin the crowd and yo face staight sippin crunk Im gettin to the money so fuck the nonsense Im a g motha fucka i leave your head in dents I got that action yea i make money with a pasion Like E-40 with clips i load clips on the mac And man im gettin rich so fuck the bullshit Gotta swing on a nigga man fuck that bitch Cause i dont know what you been told But i got gats and i got jewels And scrappy talkin shit i fuck yo bitch on the regula Im gettin paid look shorty i damage ya Them hoes gon love me hatas wanna bust me And i pitty the fool who really wanna touch me cause (chorus) See this money i made it Baby shake it for daddy Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a lil scrappy And niggas dont wait ill stab ya That 45 i grab it And cock it back and let you pussy mothafuckas back Who want it you seen it i did it Bitch i switch glocks and switch spots if it get hot Switch rocks and switch bras on they ass And then i keep em admiring my long dreds and glasses Now imma flip paint flip paint smoke daint daint Money in the bank bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain And check out my pinky ring You know its blingin man Im jumpin outta the benz with diamonds all on my wrist and thangs Im gettin to this paper like im supposed to be Muh'fucka in the street label me a young G Diamonds in my pinky ring get my watch and my chains Bringin pain to the gain lickin all of these lanes A.k.a. mister T the platinum version Every nigga gonna hate if theyre pockets be hurtin Straight from atlanta told me web was like a black pantha Stackin paper like my name was tony montana Its G's up so get your g's up I dont like to get violent but ill fuck your ass up Hey you dont really wanna taste my nuts Make a meal out the deal and im still gettin bucked (Chorus x 2) |
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[Chorus: 2X]
If you a thug my nigga be a thug If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it [Verse 1] Comin up as a child my city was hell My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old But ya see shorty, My mom was a G She made it real easy for my sista and me She did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would do Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dope I gives a fuck about none of you hoes All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors (shorty) and cakin these hoes Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes [Chorus] [Verse 2] Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my death Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially Moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga) I dun scratch my head unless it itchs An I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitchs Nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fire All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol [Verse 3: Bohagen] You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes Waitin for the trash collector Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector They'll kill you over thirty dollars I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par) While she was at the church praising the lord I made through amazingly unscarred She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes Bible in one hand, the other hand 9 Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine [Chorus - 2X] |
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Go ahead and buck den,stop trippin actin like u scared to buck [Chorus] U can buck if u wanna buck mothafucka (git gone) and be an example fo da mothasuckaz (gone gone) [repeat 3 more times] [Bohagon] [verse 1] I really ain't givin a fuck and even if I did,still wouldn't hesitate to split yo weed,pop back At a wimp like ?? Through da pure ass magic I disappear in traffic,a lot of folks gon hate cuz dey know I'm a fool And dey know I'ma shit,I finally git out da school,if I spit out da tools,I'll spit out da Bluez,don't bug it and confuse,I will not lose,I come through on shoes and why 2 hoes choose,on u Know who,I have no clue,I just do wat I do,I just know wat I know,I'ma tell u once nigga don't Fuck wit Bo [Chorus-repeat] [lil scrappy] [verse 2] Straight leggin up on folks wit da dubs or digits,I'll hit yo ass so hard,feel like tearin Midgits,man wat if u say u don't like me,but I don't take(?) and threats so likely,I'm a G,take It to da streets,its about to go down when I pull da heat,if u can't stand ma click u can kiss ma Ass(kiss ma ass)fuck around make ya jump inda grass,but dat ain't it and dat ain't all,ma name is Scrappy I love to brawl,gots to say dat I'm a hard head,got best inma blud cuz I'm a third bread Yeah! [Chorus-repeat] [Bohagon] [verse 3] We bout to crank it up city to city,let me know if u wit it,if da girl is pretty,could u show us Some titties,if da hoes are silly,if da hoes are dilly,put da hoes to a coast where dey(?)in Business,I'm a country legend GA I'm reppin,I pull ma weapon,dat girl ain't laughin,she blew ma Brains, bitch do yo thang,got da pussey befo I knew yo name,most niggaz are fake,most niggaz are Hate,dey can't wait,dey try to take wats on yo plate,wat u thank dis is must not thank dis real,I Pull da steel,don't u think yo cap can't get killed [chorus-repeat] |
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