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youngbloodz Miscellaneous damn feat. lil jon [Sean Paul] They callin' me to came back to tha streets who, Sean b A.K.A or a sharp crease said it was necessary these sucka nigga out here very scary they cuffin hole they livin' in tha month of February ok den put a sense a nigga on display den kick in ya door and have my folks to bring them K's in I'm still added A double T.I.C it ain't no hoe out there foreal who don't know bout me bitch I'm foshow wit it don't make me pop that trunk to tha lack bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and yo folk feel it wont catch me sippin' on no cris and got a cold belly its Youngbloodz A-TOWN malt liqua sippin comin' straight from tha gutta toe taggin a mutha fucka leave him unda a cova lil john he drop them beats and make them bounce like rubba Sean Paul he toat tha heat that will make u mug then slugga [Chorus] if you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck [Repeat 4x] don't start no shit it won't be no shit [x4] [Repeat 4x] [John B] I post up get to it drank hand and hand they call me mister harin bone cuz that's my right hand man old school straight foolish like no otha indeed wit lil john its Youngbloodz get crunk as can be added crew 105 thats if u lookin to rumble cock back and bust ay now I done got yo numba in tha club u gone feel it when it drop this summa like rain we gone pour and hit u hard like thunda cuz in tha dirty we them bois that drank you unda a table where them niggaz pimp hoes fly suits and gatas in my Chevy so supa I'm tha one to call jus dial 1-800-400/acohol and dog I'm not tha one you jus wanna clown I'm coo in my way but shit still I shut em down jus piss on em hatas J Bo he cuts a foo in a cut bout sizzled somewhere thats how we do [Chorus] [Sean Paul] out of town hard head get swiss g's up and you gone need mo stitches to patch that leak up jump like ree up I'm all GB'd up wit tha plush leatha gut steady grippin tha butt ooo you foshow wit it a pull ya pistol show a nigga you ain't hoe wit and I ain't selfish I will let you and yo folk feel it talkin' big boy shit mean muggin like a mutha fucka wit my hand on my dick [John B] yeah yeah cuz I'm for real we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nothin new we started off we shake em off so hey partner or guess who its dem boys from dat bottom who took you down 85 and hit you wit that U WAY so rookie don't be surprised we buckin blowin killa and sippin on sumthin good I'm peepin out tha scenery wishin a nigga would in case it jus might pop I'm out ready to lock and load to take you through tha south to show you how we throw them bows, yeah [Chorus] Rate this song: 12345678910 |
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