Lyrics:
Ladies and fuckin gentlemen (Whassup)
It's the kings of fuckin crunk (You know it)
Me, your boy Lil Jon
(Lil Jon) , Lil Bo (Lil Bo)
Big Sam (Big
I can't fuckin' function, can't help fuckin' nothin'
Smokin' fuckin' toxins, take my head off nonsense
Say I'm fuckin' selfish, that don't fuckin
No, no, no, no
(Izzy the producer)
(Damn, DJ Plug, you just killed it)
I ask shawty what's up and she wasn't fuckin' with me (she wasn't)
I
Ladies an' fuckin' gentlemen, whassup?
It's the 'Kings of fuckin' crunk', you know it
Me, your boy, Lil Jon, Lil' Bo, Big Sam
On the motherfuckin'
Fuckin' dat, fuckin' dat
Uh, fuckin' dat bitch
Fuckin' dat bitch
Fuckin' dat bitch
Yeah
Fuckin' dat bitch (Fuckin' dat bitch)
Fuckin' dat bitch (Yuh)
[Intro: Frank Calhoune & Killa McClain]
AJ On Da Track make it pure, like some crack (crack)!
Fuckin' well right, fuckin' well right.
When I co-sign,
Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
Goddamnit now they, damn it now they
Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
Wasn't bout it back then, all
DGP
Tout va fuckin mal !
L'crash est fuckin sal
Ils m'ont pris mes fuckin Seroquel
Demande toi pas pourquoi j'suis fuckin sékel (j'suis fuckin
Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around, fuckin' around
Fuck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit'
to my fuckin' back up pistol
Smack to my head, I'm fuckin' up the fuckin' up the smoke from the marihuana
A Glock to my fuckin' back up pistol
Smack
Nigga wonder why
Like where I been
I ain't fuckin' wit' you
Real niggas don't talk, about the dirt they did
I ain't fuckin' wit' you
We used
Huh?
We got London On Da Track
It's Guwop
Uh
It's Gucci
21, 21
Uh
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin' cocky,
You tryina rob?
Nah nigga I ain't fuckin witcha
You tryina steal?
Nah nigga I ain't fuckin witcha
You tryina kill?
Nah nigga I ain't fuckin witcha
the time change
I hope you fuckin with me like I'm fuckin ya
I hope you fuckin with me like I'm fuckin ya girl
I hope you fuckin with me like I'm fuckin ya
ravi greens on the track
yeah i be fuckin it fuckin it
yeah i be fuckin it fuckin it yeah
yeah i be fuckin it fuckin it
yeah i be fuckin it fuckin it
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
I love bad bitches that's my
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
I love bad bitches that's my
many drugs, I can't feel my own back
We just hit the store, yeah
I came in wit' my dad (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got all the fuckin' food
And I think
Wake up, tryna make motherfuckin' hits, nigga
Now I'm back fuckin' 'em, now I'm back fuckin' 'em
Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies, now I'm back
I'm Fuckin' Witcha All Night Long
Fuckin' Witcha All Night Baby
I'm Fuckin' Witcha All Night Long
Fuckin' Witcha All Night Baby
Ass so phat make me
What's up ma? Is we fuckin' or what?
Haha, trying to say something tonight baby
I know everybody ask their chick this question
In the house, in
(Ayy, yo, BandPlay)
Paper Route Frank
(Band, Band)
It's Dolph
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me (uh-uh)
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Why they fuckin' wit me? Why they fuckin' wit me? Why they fuckin' wit me? Why they fuckin' wit me?
Why they fuckin' wit me? Why they fuckin' wit me?
Why they fuckin' wit me? Why they fuckin' wit me? Why they fuckin' wit me? Why they fuckin' wit me?
Why they fuckin' wit me? Why they fuckin' wit me?
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