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(feat. Lil' Crippa, Lil' Ed, Lil' Hustle (Thirteen Kingz)) [Dj Scratch for 5 Seconds] [Someone with Deep Voice] Lil' Matttttttttttt, I know your their Fuck you then, I don't need you [Lil' Matt: Talkin'] Yeah, this is Lil' Matt Fuck dat bitch nigga I don't know him My alb Tha Freestyles comin soon My man Lil' Crippa in the house Lil' Ed my cousin Lil' Hustla my nigga Hey let's go [Verse 1: Lil' Matt] My name is Lil' Matt I came down the street Fuck you nigga, I ain't crippin down your lane I'm just sippin leen cutting a lil bit spleen But you know me, I'm really free If you want to be with me bitch nigga you ain't gonna be free Last time I saw, I saw you crippin down my lane Fuck you nigga comin crippin sippin down my fuckin lane Letras de cancionesNigga you ashamed, you gon be framed I'm a H-Town Reppa, Lil' Flip and others Diamonds in your face like that bitch mothafucka [Verse 2: Lil' Ed] Lil' Ed is back Sippin down my lane Niggaz like you need to get fuckin framed But I'ma show you the true power You know me, I ain't drinkin food powder When I first went Down South, I had big mouth Nigga I had a fuckin house, with my cousin Lil' Matt's color-changin mouse We like sippin leen sometimes cutting spleen Fuck those niggaz that we don't like Especially T.I. cause he a bitch And we don't bitches that gon be a snitch [Verse 3: Lil' Matt] Joe Budden you a bitch You need to stop rappin Fuck you my nigga you need to go to club and start slappin Go to church, and start clappin Nigga you need to stop fuckin, stop suckin Bitch niggaz like you need to start farting You don't know me, I'm a H-Town Reppa I'm friends with Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Lil' Flip and Slim Thug You need a hug, I'll turn you into a bug Go to H-Town and you ain't makin love [Verse 4: Lil' Hustle] Lil' Hustle got pure Mexican muscle is hustlin Fuck about the Neon bitch nigga you ain't standin on corner like Deon Lil Scrappy you a whore, you live on the floor You ain't Neva eva eva eva knockin dat do' You need mo' leen, if you come I'ma cut your spleen I ain't crippin down yo' lane why you doin it to mine Fuck you Lil Scrappy I'ma blow your mind break your spine You don't look fine, you need batteries Fuck you up and you'll get flattery Lil' Hustle gots the muscle Nigga you ain't got no hustle muscle you just got rustle [Verse 5: Lil' Crippa] Crippa in the buildin, you suck your pinus Sippin down on your Uranus Crippa representatin the Swisha House I don't fuckin live houses My pet ain't a dog, it ain't a cat, it's my big hand slap on your face You need to pick up the pace, go to outer space Think about all the space you got with no space suit Think you could breathe, suck it up and you'll be to your death Crippa and Matt are best friends for life, bitch nigga don't talk about that Alley Life Sippin on yo' lane, whatcha wanna do I want to do what I want to do nigga [Verse 6: Lil' Matt] Lil' Matt again, gettin a new tat again I'm supremely positive, I ain't a false again Shit nigga you'll a bitch fuckin snitch again You know I'm sippin leen, I punched you, you bleed again I gained a lot of respect, you just got slapped again Flappin your wings, you know I got my bling bling I been switcharoo, like a fuckin kangaroo My favorite number is ninety-nine, Joe Budden you owe me fuckin 5million dimes Nigga I need to shine what the hell you think I'm blind Fuck you Joe Budden you just a hoe button You ain't gonna be shit bitch nigga you ain't got the greatest hit [All Four Talkin'] From Letras Mania