Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yeah , by - Big Kuntry KingRelease date: 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 |