Lyrics

Chea.Aye Put One In They Head.2x This that club shit straight thug shit This that beat a nigga ass in the club Shit. Check Jays laced up check game face Up check Bang bang nigga throw ya sets up. Come on Bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up Come on Bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up Come on, throw ya sets ups, throw ya Sets up. Bang bang click clack bow B08 Bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up North memphis memphis nigga i do this Everyday You seen first 48? Pussy nigga had a choppa got killed With a 38 Everyday every hood in my city throwing Signs These young niggas crazy they lost they Muthafucking mind. White bandana we play numba but Games 20 yayo club baking soda gang. aint Throwing money i make bullets rain Carbon 15s thats a hurricane Say we yong and dumb we'n got it all Gota Gotta lot of beef but we'll kill'em all Body piling up blame it on my dogs Lota money lota buns i'll make'em all Blue and white jays white and red chain You bout that gangsta shit well im bout The same thang This that club shit straight thug shit This that beat a nigga ass in the club shit Check jays laced up check game faced Up check Bang bang nigga throw ya sets up come On Bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up (Come on) Bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up (Come on) Throw ya sets throw ya sets up Bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up. (Guuucccciii, Gucci) I murder lames murder track nigga word Up 1017 bricksquad put ya birds up A nigga swing on gucci mane that Unheard of I got my black tee on with my black Gloves And when my choppa sound off it's like BLOCKA BLOCKA You just like food only snacka snack Wacka Flocka I wear shades every night 'cause i'm so Cool Royal rumble in my hood it ain't no rules The lil' pussy ass nigga false claimin' These pussies know their not so Icey Entertainment Got all kinds of choppas, hand guns Name em' Glock text to the max we be bangin We live in this bitch better reconize Before we spark up some shit & leave The club televised My cousin still thuggin' that nigga Paralyzed . Clubbin in his wheelchair sittin on his 45 If a nigga trip he gon wish that he Wouldn't Security tried to stop the bullshit but he Couldn't I see blue flags (what else) I see red flags (what else) I see niggas that aint reppin with they Scared ass My projects bangin bandana tied to rail & You can get served but i aint talkin Digit scale Fully automaitic club 5 yeahh feel like Hell Im high as hell before ya die bitch ya Might as well . (Zilla)
Writer(s): David Darnell Brown, Sonny Bono Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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