Lyrics:
She think I’m broke, am I joke
I turn this bitch rich with my supreme condoms
She call me baby she call you bro
Hey lil baby, she is a hoe
She kinda
And she come and, let me ride like Über
Then I teach lil' momma how to ride lil smoother
Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh
Her love prolly right by
And she come and, let me ride like Über
Then I teach lil' momma how to ride lil smoother
Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh
Her love prolly right by
a seven came back and he blow up
I'm on the west side cooling in the backseat vibing
Lil shawty been acting real different I told lil baby come on we mobbin
know the answer baby
Lil baby I’m ready so just let me know
You and me we don’t need to go so slow
From the bottom to the top yeah by my own
Baby can
to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I love a bitch
Why would I trust a bitch?
Always gonna dog a bitch
They only
of the medical
Middle finger to the federal
I keep this whitch bitch on stand by cause for show that head
Banging like it's heavy Metal
This how we moving lil
over one hundred and one degrees
And speaking of hot y'all, we're back with another new hit song
Microwave, by Casey Jones II and FARO, that's coming
blow
Me a young boss on the road
I'm counting my blessing one by one
Me deyah pon top and me never gon' stop
Too low fi ah next iman ah next iman
I'm
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho'
a marble floor, uh
Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh
Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh
I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo
Wait, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
your mind to blow, baby
When you free your mind and let it float
Let me roll
We want your mind to blow
Just let us hang with you
Hanging in
blow on zest)
When I'm feeling free
If I get up and go
Will you call on me?
If the speakers blow
Will you sing for me?
Lil' bit of money that I owe,
and that Lil Jon shit,
They holla I smoke I drank but I made that bitch
They holla Manny, Baby, Wayne, and Jeezy
Dont nobody holla Boosie like nobody
Plxce, what the fuck?
Ride on in that Masi'
Lil' brodie gon' slang that choppa too
Nike's stompers on my body, pull up
I might step on you
My woadie
(swollen)
Ooh, lil' mama, you so chosen
I can't even thank you from your (clap, clap)
My baby on fleek, yeah (you know it)
That pussy so sweet, yeah (you
(If you mine, I need you by my side, I need you be my side)
Lil ma I need you by my side, by my side
Dreamin' bout my life if you were mine, you were
some towels
When I blow up I ain't sharing no crown
It for my guys that stay by me when things turn South
Bad lil shorty Hit me up
Can I play this lil
Aye Uh huh
Uh Huh(Let's go ladies)
Lil Jon(Yeah)
Your Boy Kells
(Yeah)
And Mario
This is for the chocolate girls
All Around the word
Uh
turned down and the beat down low
Throw the 40-cal and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
Cause you can catch
phony (Man dat shit phony)
Leave holes in a nigga face
Just for speaking on me (Just for speaking on me)
Call lil wally wit dat 30
He gone blow it for me
not hug me
Hug the pole
Hug the pole lil nigga
Jus go hug the pole
Hug the pole lil nigga
Jus go hug the pole
Hug the pole
Life flippin and shit
Huggin
Walk up in dat bit' too clean, I'm froze
They don't fight you where I'm from
Like the beat, I keep a drum
You ain't got dough lil' boy, you a bum
She
Walk up in dat bit' too clean, I'm froze
They don't fight you where I'm from
Like the beat, I keep a drum
You ain't got dough lil' boy, you a bum
She
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