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A whole lot did happen, but only some of it was worth discussing. You join your son at the strip club—no judgment, they do live in Atlanta—and he is served papers over back child support. Meanwhile, Erica finds herself at odds with Karlie Redd after she finds out that Karlie Redd went behind her back and started a clothing store without her despite them planning to open one together for months.
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz. I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike background - wha wha Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth I'll murder all of y'all bitches in da middle of da street And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide It be nothin shawty till the day that I die We strive, on tearin heads up!
Sign In Register. Album: Miscellaneous. It's so groovy, nigga, ay, Lil' Jo Hand me the beat, nigga, show these niggaz what it really is BME click, it's goin' down tonight This for everybody in the club you know The street that wanna know what the fuck goin' on in dis bitch What the fuck is goin' on?
You can get crunk in the club Roll wit your hood Get stomped in the club Or you could get buck in the club Get fucked up in the club Nigga we don't give a fuck But you don't want no problem problem, hoo! But you don't want no problem problem, hoo! But you don't want no problem with me BME we be fifty deep.
What Check dis out right Yea Lil' Jon and the motherfuking East Side Boyz The Kings of Krunk Back at you with some new shit Now just because we went platinum and shit don't mean we gone change nigga We the muthafuking Kings of Krunk and we gon' always keep this muthafucker krunk Now let's talk about some more music [Chorus] If you roll up in the club and them niggas wanna fuck When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit If you roll up in the club and them hoes aren't acting up When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit What they gon' do shit [repeat 8 times] [Lil' Jon] Fuck nigga what's up, Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked up Fuck nigga what's up, Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that shitten at the mouth gon' get you fucked up You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click
What the fuck iz goin on He keep on eyein me What the fuck iz goin on He keep on tryin me fuck 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 fuck is you tryn me foe I aint no bitch, I aint no lame hoe. What the fuck iz goin on He keep on eyein me What the fuck iz goin on He keep on tryin me What the fuck is goin on I beat the fuck out your ass and bring your bitch ass home Im a young thug nigga I aint no fuckin joke If I aint no lame bitch then what the fuck 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? What the fuck iz goin on He keep on eyein me What the fuck iz goin on He keep on tryin me Haters dress to impress, but dey missd the spot It takes chest to distress the longevity pot But I got a waitin so keep your eyes up on me Keep your eyes off my dick and get your own damn money You silly mothafucka 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 mothafuckin 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 fuckin crowd say damn You just got knocked the fuck out That's the way we do niggas that's eyein in da south.