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brudda 

Be feeling my paid 

Ain’t no turning yo back on the game 

That lil Nigga ik he ah rider 

Only rite that I give him that game 

Take that lil

Bounce Dat Ass

Lil Jon

Get Crunk, Who U Wit: Da Album

1997

the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass

[Lil' Jon]
Pop that pussy hoe [Repeat: x3]
Grab that pussy hoe [Repeat: x3]

a nigga under me
GREAT you lil niggas better run from me
And i still pour lean by the 4oz
Same nigga back used to sell OG
Nigga yeah that's on GOD
I used

the mauthafucking coop (Skrr Skrr)
I-95 flood the Mazda make it zoom..
Hanging out the window AR blow his tires loose (Fa, Fa)
I-95 drive over in a pool
I-95 lil

you still beneath like your name is Lannister I'm fucking (Jon) snow
Who the fuck are you?
Credits go to the fake places 
Not controlled by a fucking

Malibu at Nobu’s
Racks, I just blow thru
Yo' lil' bitch is old news
Fucked me on the same night
Did I mention I got throat too?
This song is for those who

blow, and I gotta show, and that's just that
I'm just having fun, and I been the one, and I'm on this mutha fuckin track
And you'll get man handled, if

gon' po' it up
Find a block then sew it up, you claim a set then throw it up
Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk, got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like

of hustlers
Lil' brother, big brother
Mother to grandmother (mmm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout)
It's tradition

(You're out of line)
When I was

me the drop I'm coming slide
Niggas gangster on the gram but in real life them niggas hiding
And imma get back free lil' tweety if that Glock stay by

my vibe
Tryna forget the time 
Got the MOB right to my side 
Please don't blow this high

Ok im faded off this joint
Please get to the point 
I aint

Ay They wanna kill me about a lil bitch
They wanna kill be bout a lil bag
They wanna kill me bout some money that I blow by the day they ain't ever

Kiss Your Ass Goodbye [Remix]

Beanie Sigel

After Taxes

2005

the light turned down and the beat down low
.40 cal's and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
'Cause you can cancel

would hug me 
She would blow me 
Now she act like she don't even fucking know me lil bitch Naomi 
(All around the world I’m looking for the perfect girl

I do not sin
When I blow a show that's a hot ten
On the road make sure you bring a hot friend
She talk to me crazy Lil baby sit down
You must've

never faded by yo self you always needed help
I ain't never lost a fade bitch I'm pam son
Any time I'm out numbered let the heater blow
Got a nigga bitch

These niggas don't want smoke ahun
And they talk like some pussy hoes uh huh
Got the dick on the Draco no drums
Blow the smoke at you pussy hoes for

Yeah
Mazi
Stop playing
Them boys don't know bout me

Them boys don't know about me
Call Squeeze if it's pressure
He go blow by me
He on go bout me

to cross T's, how to dot I's
Little did he know he created a Monster!
PITBULL Nigga, I'm that Monster!
DB, them Chico's is Monsters!
Lil'Jon, that Nigga is

the keys and I'm pushing to start
When you with me you living large
Half of my sneakers cost more then your car
Blow up your speakers when you put this

hot hot
hot hot hot
Turn down for fucking what I look like Lil Jon
You ain't leave the country stupid bitch, you was in San Juan
You internet killer,

designer Put that Gucci with a mirror when I'm stompin

I be red, walkin' in my cup, I need a A&W With ice before I dunk it
The tripods on Lil Jon, we crunk

to sleep on the floor
The same lil' nigga chased off by the store
And now I got a mil', nigga, I'm the GOAT
Heart so cold, need a Moncler coat
My gun hot

G, a bitch play he gon' go with you (let's go)
You know your lil' brother gon' blow that (woo)
That's my gangster bitch, she from the westside (the