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(feat. David Banner) |
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(Chorus: Lil' Flip + (David Banner)) |
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Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga |
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Cause the rest of ya'll niggaz ain't shit (ain't shit) |
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(Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga |
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So the rest of ya'll niggaz eat-a-dick) (eat-a-dick!) |
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Them niggaz talkin shit (mayne fuck that bitch!) |
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Them niggaz talkin shit (mayne fuck that bitch!) |
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Them niggaz talkin shit (mayne fuck that bitch!) |
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Them niggaz talkin shit (I'm a dump my clip!) |
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(Verse 1: Lil' Flip) |
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I'm takin' my haterz off I'm drinkin a cup or two |
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Ya'll niggaz ain't trill that's why we don't fuck with you |
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Ya'll don't smoke dro, and ya'll don't drank lean |
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Bananna scare face and the Underground king |
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Now you hear me (Oooh!), now you feel me (Oooh!) |
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Now you love it nigga we still thuggin |
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My twenty-fours rubbin cause my rims are too heavy |
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I got my own liquor now I can't hold the wheel steady |
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'Cause I been drinkin while as the lights blinkin |
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My Rolls gold shinin with the mall, black diamonds (yup) |
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Me and Banner tag teaming again |
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Wake ya lazy ass up you bad dreamin again |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 2: David Banner) |
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I walk into the party mayne bustin and sprayin |
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Bitches flyin through the air of the shit that you sayin |
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If you ballin nigga bring it mayne FUCK YO CLICK! |
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Once again all in David Banner, Lil' Flip |
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Like a pimp, get crunk, hoe collect me some ends |
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And if you trill send it out girl bring all ya friends |
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We blowin swisha, Mr.Mississippi all in ya back |
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When it's over you can hop yo ass right straight out the 'Lac |
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Respect that-from the time of the jack it's all good |
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With some leather on my seats, steering wheel all wood |
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Mayne go on tell the feds like a pussy nigga should |
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Yeah tick, tick, tick bitch we blowin up ya hood! |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3: Lil' Flip) |
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You got Mr.Crunk-and-Mr.Layed back |
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And if you hated 'Like A Pimp' bitch this the payback |
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We droppin hit after hit you know they feelin us man |
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You want us both for a show that's thirty-five grand (nigga) |
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And we don't take checks we want the green man |
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Don't make us run up with that infrared beam man |
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(Verse 4: David Banner) |
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Man I'm all after ya momma house, gun in yo mouth |
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And I'm a try to blow ya brains out |
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And remember what you niggaz say about the south |
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Now they want a beat, now they want a verse |
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Now it's gonna hurt but you niggaz caused pain |
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I'm a put it in ya back with my Mississippi mac |
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That's it bitch have a good day! |
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It's A-to the B C for the niggaz who couldn't bring my cash |
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It's left, to the right, to the left, to the right |
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When a motherfucker whippin yo ass |
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(Chorus - repeat to end) |