Lyrics:
dat Im thin skinned
But why have 10 friends
Better yet why bring 10 men
If niggaz got no heart tin man
It's just me by myself
I don't need the kick
tell it by my fit
It get mainey in da city, we just tryna stack our chips
And its all fun n games til yo car meet this bip
Migo DLo get it lit let me
ass
All i need is one shot like my cuzn did
Up in the club
Smoked a dub
And all my niggaz turnin up
Goin up that's wassup
I got the perciez in
ass
All i need is one shot like my cuzn did
Up in the club
Smoked a dub
And all my niggaz goin up
Turnin up that's wassup
I got the perciez in
you li'l booty bitches eat ya biscuits
Get thicker bitches, I know some niggas wanna fuck wit cha
But it's plain and simple they like 'em thicker
Frank’s
Never speaking for my talent let your ballot decide
Who’s your favorite all in favor say I
These niggaz wanna be rich but that ain’t wealth
Might be
a lil' bit about where you come from
Fire arms, sounds of alarms
Consistency in bodily harm
Where I'm from that's the norm
Fiend the ?
Lil' nigga
through the cutter
more than one freak with me
keep me a couple
gold on my teeth
and i'm keeping it subtle
when i pop out
it's on me
they in trouble
i'm
the facts
I got ward 25 is my block an run it
I keep getting high the sky is my limit
Lil boy um winning an um on a rise
I seen so many niggaz been telling
by to say
To Southside niggaz that know me best, I was too trapped up in the basement, had mad hoes that wanted to fuck from my right to the left
But
Like to play tha songs with alotta slap in em
The amp turned up so it sound like this
My girl ask me why I like it loud like this
I got the by 9s cross
world got comin'
Its hard to live by the rules when your lil girl got nothin, you strugglin'
He facin' life and 40 years, bein' lawyer to his peers,
Donnie Brasco-ass niggaz
Muh'fuckin snakes in the grass nigga (I see you)
Get ate up by these muh'fuckin sharks nigga
Knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah..
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
Me
Da Judge Looked At Me
And Said How You Doin' Boosie
He Called Me By My Nickname[Ooooh]
What You Think I'm Stupid[b---h]
You Wanna Railroad
These troubles of life
Seem to come without warning
Up thinking bout P
This was four in the morning
Heard somebody killed him
But nobody's mourning
I was
Hook(10x)
Ellenwood area fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area fuck wit us we bury ya
(Lil Jay)
Neva run up with the shump through ya area
We come
niggaz in trouble
When I shoot through the muzzle
It's making you shuffle
I'm walking down with the ARP's
I aim at your body with 223's
Told her stop all
Shhhh okay
Back it up
Back it up
Shawty stepped off in the club, lil mama bad as fuck
By the way she moving, got these bitches mad at her
You can pop
homey advanced me
in front of me with the next nigga
I love money plus I'm labelled rough rider
Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin
big ring
Cost more numbers than your lil big chain
And your lil chain
Look a lil strange
Cause up in the light it don't hit the same
Cause up in
to the misters, hugs for the miss
Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this
All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist
Some
bet nobody bet' not get no less than the next
Fo' niggaz, three straps, where these hoes at?
Lookin for some trouble just bust a nigga bubble
They
a perc
I be chilling
Niggaz saying this n that but ain't standing on business
Send that bitch by her way
I'm not a ass kisser
Niggaz want stain to bang
I
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