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PERFORMING ARTISTS
mgk
mgk
Vocals
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Gholson
Christopher Gholson
Songwriter
J. Smith
J. Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
mgk
mgk
Recording Engineer
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Producer
Alexander Diliplane
Alexander Diliplane
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Slim Gudz
Slim Gudz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, hey! MGK Bitch! MGK Bitch! Yuhhh Lil Jon, Lil Jon I need to see the motherfucking L's in the air! Ok, where the strong at? Right there, put me on that Hit it once and you're jumping like Mortal Combat Smoke another green be looking like where the long at And you know I'm gonna raise till I'm face up Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up Damn these EST boy's done came up Dirty ass chucks and a bad bitch lace up Lace up Lace up Lace up Lace up Ok, where the strong at? Right there, put me on that Hit it once and you're jumping like Mortal Combat Smoke another green be looking like where the long at And you know I'm gonna raise till I'm face up Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up Damn these EST boy's done came up Dirty ass chucks and a bad bitch lace up Where my east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my west-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my north-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! My east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! West-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! North-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! All I know, all I know I am from the city where the grass don't grow I am from the city in the middle of the map Where half these motherfuckers that rap don't go All I know, all I know If I throw this cash then her ass get slow But I am from the city where the cash don't blow So I came up for myself and smash that ho Smash that ho, smash that ho Treat her like a Bop It and I pass that ho And I ain't saying nothing that my fans don't know I'm an EST boy till the casket close Six foot deep, six foot three Eight motherfuckers in the SUV Eight new states in a seven day week Whole world laced up like some brand new sneaks Yeah And they know I'm gonna raise till I'm face up Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up Damn these EST boy's done came up Dirty ass chucks and a bad bitch lace up Where my east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my west-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my north-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! My east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! West-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! North-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Run through the motherfucking club, pushin' Move bitches out the fucking way, mush 'em Wave my drink in the motherfucking air, fuck it Shady in my motherfucking hood, I rep it Bitches getting out of fucking line, check 'em {} my motherfucking nuts, shuck 'em Drank too much fucking liquor, I'm fucked up L's in the motherfucking air, we laced up We laced up We laced up We laced up We laced up Where my east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my west-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my north-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! My east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! West-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! North-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
Writer(s): Jonathan Smith, Christopher Gholson, Richard Colson Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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