Outro Chynalude (Explicit)-Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz

歌手 : Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz

专辑 : Put Yo Hood Up (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:23

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TXT Outro Chynalude (Explicit)-Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz 文本歌词

作曲 : Martin, Shaw, Smith

Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers

On this here album right

But this motherfucker bout over and uh

Time for me to get the hell on

Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up

In this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio

Working hard on this motherfucking album

What up B-leech, goddamn

Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio

Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker

We got Tim over there fucking up shit

Ha, ha, but like

I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin

Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfucker

It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together

Go look out for them,

LG's, my girl

Chyna Whyte

And who knows what else to motherfucking expect

From the motherfucking

BME ya little

Biatch

It's one time for my soldiers on the front line

Strapped with

AKs, and car bombs

With K-nine blood lines

It's one time for my killers on the front line

Strapped P-nines and semi-autos

Actin like it's no tomorrow

To survive in this world makes me a soldier

Cause I wear

Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder

Every 3 years

I battle my fans thug years

Now I shed tears, nigga,

I ain't happy here

Like pot, so

I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain

When I come down

I'll still be left with the strain

So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry

And I don't give a fuck why

Nigga I was born to die

In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi

Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see me

Tellin em my name

Le-Le or Lisa

Breaking them walls the

Visa 9-millimeter

Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it

Nothing but the

Reeboks and poppin

Nuttin but motherfucking nines and

Bump, bump, you be running like

Forrest Gump

Knock you on yo ass like

Humpty Dump

Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial

Deadly like disease venereal

Game as be

RD imperial

Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know

Ain't no log when that fo'-fo'

Ejaculate up in your fo' door

Bitch die slow, lyrical calico

Purple tablets

I flowNone want war,

GambinoEmptyin clips,

I ripsMotevl

I flipsWords comin off the lips like

Teflon's hips

IT'S ONE T

IME!