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Once again up in that south from my motherfucking mouth And creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking mouse Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk And keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk What, What Now drop dem bozs' on 'em Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes All these niggas what they made us from dem' boz and craters While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or Lexus But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see The mo' hating niggas try me Letras de cancionesBig baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me From a place called T-town be down in the south Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth And dump dump if ya' jump jump The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump Through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner I canc From Letras Mania