Lyrics:
riding on me
You see, these diamonds babe?
Girls trip off the word play
Looks like you on the menu today
Now imma fly boy you do what I say
God damn!
Don't
the 44 cocked
Lil one ??? even no pops
So lil one dont give em no props
Lil one make em timber
Lil one got a bad temper
Lil one killed that boy in November
And all of her kids still be peein in the bed
And she be hittin licks just cuz she don't wanna beg
And another thing I hate big stomach, lil legs
They see
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'
word to sostre
Power up like sasuke
I aint sh*t, you right bae
Can't belong to you, I leave her so confused
I can't play the game by the rules
I need
[Chorus]
Throw it up Mother fucker throw it up [Repeat: x4]
If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club [Repeat: x4]
[Lil Jon
I wrote
Just be my dog and don’t you ever fold
Need you by my side cause this world is so cold
Try selling me dreams that they already sold
I pick up
morning
Snakes in ya grass better get back to the mowing
Give me some space don't you see that I'm growing
Sayin it's love but they have yet to show it
Now
extraordinaire
The man that scrapped with lions, hibernated with polar bears
Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years
Mantles'll sit up like hill,
the junction, in the junction)
Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce
(Junction, junction)
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla
the sht I be dreaming
Saw Jaii damn near start screaming
I'm so high right now
That shit got me leaning
Cuz without it
That shit make me meaner
So don't ask
(HOOK)
OFF MY D$CK
MOVE BACK
N$GGAS DIE WHEN THEY DONT MOVE TACT
WHY YOU BUY A GUN AND YOU NOT GONE SHOOT THAT
I WALK IN THE SPOT AND B$TCHES LIKE
a fuck)
It's Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still don't give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep the South)
Happy birthday, Alabama
Up in the club,
tried staying away and isolated from n***as
But f*ck it. I’m done. And by the way if you n***as
Really want it. I’m handing sh*t out today for you n***as
tell a hater. Move
Bitch I'm doing me and only me you better. Move
If you don't like just how I do you better. Move
Come through saucing groovin wit it
your b*tch
You know momma won’t be too fond
Of you saying the B word like that you know
[Hook]
I’m back in my bag lil buddy
Haven’t ate trying
YSL
Bought all of that designer sh*t
But I know you cant dress well
Got a brand wrist, brand new pendant
You gon be like what the hell?
Dont keep me
the gun, how he died that shit a mystery
You know I don't play so watch yo self and watch yo bitch
I got da blick still beat em black and blue
Looking like
the work (Yeah)
Talk my shit
McDaniel Street, I had a bag full of bombs (Bombs)
South Side nigga, I used to serve Lil Jon (Jon)
On Godby Road I shot
I'm hot as f*vk off the flows
You know that your B*tch calling me up on my Phone.
I was Made by the mess
Play with the drip it got slippery splash
I
tell just by the way she throw it back
(uh uh uh)
Coulda lied about some sh*t, but then I be like how she knowin' that? Damn
cnd she ain't know that
cnd
night
Running plays left and right
I dont wanna smoke this blunt without you
I dont wanna leave
Leave with out you
Leave with out you
I dont wanna live
that it's over, ain't no debatin' (uh)
All you need is me playin' on your playlist
You ain't gotta be frustrated
I don't wanna play no games, play
ain't sharp enough
Never played poker
but I know when to call a bluff
Look but don't play with me
You ain't scared of what this life made of me?
I said
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