 What The ****
What The ****
What the **** iz goin on
He keep on eyein me
What the **** iz goin on
He keep on tryin me
[Lil Scrappy]
**** the bullshit beat dat ass to the floe
he twistin now he shakin like a god damn hoe
don't run they goin to bak me, now hes tryin to attack me
juzt blow your brain cells from ur head I be clappin
now I buck all day, I buck all nite
damn rite I beat your ass in a god damn fite
don't stand so close, get your damn nose broke
tryn to give me doubt when you see bitch you aint my folk
you be tryn me, im a thugged out g
imma switch you sideways imma charge a post up fee
thug straight trappin, till I get rich off this rappin
I aint got no friends got watch whos heads I be clappin
Flippin and flappin at the mouth ya its off the chain
Flippin it on them real bitches just to get brain
What the **** is you tryn me foe
I aint no bitch, I aint no lame hoe
What the **** iz goin on
He keep on eyein me
What the **** iz goin on
He keep on tryin me
[Lil Scrappy]
What the **** is goin on
I beat the **** out your ass and bring your bitch ass home
Im a young thug nigga I aint no ****in joke
If I aint no lame bitch then what the **** you eyein foe
Talking all that shit bitch take it outside
Pop you about 3 times make you turn clockwise
I aint playin I done bein trife, damn they done took a life
Used to call me chicken cause I used to stab a man with a knife
My life, tatted on my neck, so you best respect
We thug stylin BME, leavin bitch niggas wet
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im goin to pit stop
My brains in nerve lose
I carry my own cross
But still you get tossed
And last but not least, quit tryn me
You aint got no business mothafukin eyein me
What the **** iz goin on
He keep on eyein me
What the **** iz goin on
He keep on tryin me
[Lil Scrappy]
Haters dress to impress, but dey missd the spot
It takes chest to distress the longevity pot
But I got a 380 waitin so keep your eyes up on me
Keep your eyes off my dick and get your own damn money
You silly motha****a you'll get your head slit wide open
I do it in the street and leave your neighborhood smoking
And they hope in, that the motha****in war is ova
These lyrics soul reverse them, click clack and break your shoulder
Im rollin from the south side of the A
If you keep lookin imma bust your ass in your face
I aint goin to play imma just make an example
All that unloyal shit will get your bitch ass tapered
When I cock back my pistols gonna sound like bam
Get your ass so hard the ****in crowd say damn
You just got knocked the **** out
That's the way we do niggas that's eyein in da south
What the **** iz goin on
He keep on eyein me
What the **** iz goin on
He keep on tryin me
Trillville
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