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Miami!
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we gon' rock your dome
Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?
I said, boom, it's on, bitch, nigga, we gon' rock your dome
Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?
Hatch that pussy ass nigga why you looking at a nigga like you want to run one with me
I got my big gun with me, don't feel like duking, I feel like shooting for fools
And I don't like your attitude, you do shit that them hos on the rag would do
Oh, faggot, you better watch your mouth or I'll be in front of your house when you ask
Come out ho bitch ass
Call another nigga dick ass, snitch-ass nigga
Keep looking at a nigga like he gonna tell something
I'll fuck around and kill ya, so on your mark, get set, get ready, yo
If this shit get silly, I'm letting it go home
Front street or in the front seat
You ever come my way, there's gon' be gunplay
And hey, I ride with the AK
Get high and spit fire at the AK
Okay, let a nigga play and watch TDD
Knock your ass off the free seat
On my day kinda shabby boy
We drive candy toys and tote guns galore
I treat the homie like a tonka toy
And got shit you niggas ain't seen before
Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we gon' rock your dome
Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?
I said, boom, it's on, bitch, nigga, we gon' rock your dome
Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?
Ying Yang and the T-Double-D
We, in this motherfucker crunk in this motherfucker
And our niggas wit' a Miami boy
And I still like to play wit' my tonka toy
I'm a totally Rus kid, yes I is
You can't be serious, yes I is
You think I'm playin' then ask my brother
You see I don't believe me then ask my mother
I love my gun, I play with my gun
Have fun with my gun, I have sex with my gun
And I don't pull that motherfucker out for fun
'Cause ain't finna give your ass time to run
I'ma bust one time, bust two times
By the third time, your ass is mine
Hope you down for the count, he can't get up
Damn, he fallin', he can't get up
Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we gon' rock your dome
Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?
I said, boom, it's on, bitch, nigga, we gon' rock your dome
Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?
You a soft (motherfucker), and a fake (motherfucker)
If you mad 'cause you like you never had (motherfucker)
Fuck yo' ass (motherfucker), that's the past (motherfucker)
And I know the fact make ya mad (motherfucker)
It is what I thought nigga think it ain't
For real, you lame and we off the chain
With the T-Double-D, we bolo
Fuck hos niggas ride by my Dolo
Get the keys to my car, and I jump in
Hit the Liquor store, buy my cigars and gin
Get drunk and I'm off in the wind
Lookin' for a little itty bitty pretty that hold a sip
We smokin', then ridin'
Don't tell nobody be quiet
Might cut it lil' butt it
Can't let this shit get ugly
Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we gon' rock your dome
Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?
I said, boom, it's on, bitch, nigga, we gon' rock your dome
Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Oh, my God, my God, from the south to the bottom
Trick Daddy Dollaz
Ying Yang Twins
Beatin' ass
Collipark Music Incorporated
This the next level right here
This that Krump Party
All these niggas doing this Krump Music
We Krump Party, nigga
We original with it
Ay, man, who really run the south?