Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yeah, artist - Big Kuntry King
Date of issue: 17.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yeah |
Block ENT |
You know who this is mane, Big Kuntry King |
Aye |
Aye |
I’m in the club like |
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye |
You popping pills? |
Yeah I’m on it |
XO? |
Yeah I’m on it |
You got the dro? |
Yeah I’m on it |
You got them hoes? |
Yeah I’m on it |
I’m in the club like |
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye |
Grey Goose? |
Yeah I’m on it |
On Patron? |
Yeah I’m on it |
You got the dro? |
Yeah I’m on it |
You got them hoes? |
Yeah I’m on it |
Aye, nothing like a P$C and Block ENT party nigga |
Real niggas with real money, folk seeking Ferraris nigga |
Dead bitches everywhere, twenties and fifties, throw them out |
Slap them on they derriere, pull the dro and blow it out |
If you see a scrub in the club, nigga point him out |
Trying in the V.I.P.'s, no love, we throwing them out |
Tell them plenty position, nigga stay in your lane |
I’m fuck with real niggas like my nigga Kuntry King |
So don’t give me no lip, HK on my hip, get a hitter for flip |
Need a Band-Aid for your drip? |
In case you wondering, know how I’m balling where I stay |
It’s them Boyz 'N' Da Hood, we in the club like aye |
Give me a bottle of Patron, and a blunt of kush I’m good to go |
I’m high as fuck, I’m in «The Matrix», bent on moving slow |
Yes I’m the flyest, who told you that? |
The Oracle |
How could you ever doubt me? |
Ask your hoe she know |
Kuntry King (Kuntry King) no question, I’m on it mane |
Making busts all in the club, how you do that? |
I make it rain |
And I got some more stacks, I’m finna make it storm bitch |
Because you seeing money, don’t try, thunder on my hip |
P$C and Block in here, T.I.P. |
Yung Joc in here |
That means more pill popping, chicks pop in here |
We over here, yeah, tell them this is how high |
Popping rubber bands, got them drinks on ice |
I got a pistol in my pocket, throwing money in the air |
Tell them bitches get with pimping, ain’t no money over there |
Aye, you see Kuntry over there, throwing hundreds in the sky |
Yeah this rap shit mine, I’ma run until I die |
And you can run and you can hide, and you can talk and you can floss |
You be running for your lives when I knock you niggas off |
Aye, I can show you how to floss, Chevy with the dual exhaust |
The old school cost a hundred thousand cash, real talk |
I know you niggas real soft, never be a real boss |
Keep kicking and sneak dissing, get them caps peeled off |
The verses going to get you hurt, I don’t care if the world saw |
Your girl just saw me go off with Yung Joc we in the club like |