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Lil Jon
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Bia' Bia' 2
Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Well, getcho' hands up, getcho' hands up Goddamn it motherfucker, getcho' hands up Getcho' hands up, getcho' hands up Goddamn it motherfucker, getcho' hands up
Well, throw yo click up, throw yo click up Goddamn it motherfucker, throw yo click up Throw yo click up, throw yo click up Goddamn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
Well, whatchu' lookin' at nigga, whatchu' lookin' at nigga Whatchu' lookin' at nigga, whatchu' lookin' at nigga Whatchu' lookin' at nigga, whatchu' lookin' at nigga Whatchu' lookin' at nigga, whatchu' lookin' at
Now whatchu' wanna do, whatchu' wanna do Goddamn it, fuck nigga whatchu' wanna do Whatchu' wanna do, whatchu' wanna do Well, nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk I heard you slapped ya woman 'cause she told ya the truth Real niggas bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her All you do is play the role nigga, you just a actor Won't let a bitch breathe if she wanted with your's She just a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Every time you get mad, you tell her, 'Get the fuck out' But I told her, I said, 'It's cool, get at me Come by the house and get nasty'
I spit the real game I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name I told her call me daddy Trick nigga, if you tell me you a playa, you's a lie 'Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly You just a
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop It don't stop in that Dirty South Burn up the whole block, that's what this here we 'bout
Niggas livin' lawless, niggas labeled hardest Gonna see who's life is shortest Regardless this whole world to me is garbage Tryin' to reap my harvest, I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin' Yet still tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look into my eyes, all you see is pain Look up in the sky, all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine Call me a monkey but look I got King Nine bloodlines With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow Name all my borrow
I represent the slums, ate the crumbs Now I'm reachin' for a new height Nothin' but love and we grew tight Played and renew sight, hustlin' for food tight Who the dopiest on the planet, bitch, Chyna Whyte
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a Bia' Bia'
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