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bells - lil jon jon lyrics

[lil twan: hook]
f*ck that sh*t i keep that fye on me
these n*ggas ain’t plotting on me
i’m in love with this rap sh*t
n*ggas thinking i’m gon’ sell my soul
on god we run down on the opps
we show these n*ggas how to use them poles
in a shootout we know that lil’ buddy gon’ fold
he ain’t solid
we know he ain’t stick to the code
yeah, popping these pills
yeah, it’s f*cking my head up
chop a n*gga hand if he take from the gang
walk down car all blacked out
he ain’t have no bl!ck, lil’ bro got slapped out
we been gsp*k before i heard of fbl
walked in the spot like, “what’s that smell?”
lil jon, yeah, we got them bells

[lil jon jon: verse]
we tooting them hammers, the opps is nail
we shoot at they camera, they watching like twelve
diss on lil’ bro, send your head through the mail
walk down, double back, confirm that k!ll
i really feel safe with them murders and k!llers, for real
them young n*ggas spinning for real
they catching them bodies from breakfast and dinner, for real
put his ass on a plate like a meal
but they told me to chill
but a young n*gga back in that action
that young n*gga psyching, he really be crashing
these n*ggas be b*tches, they really be sassy
i don’t hang with no p*ssy, i hang with them savages
tryna run this money up the fastest
tryna run this money up the faster
tryna beef about a hoe, lil’ bro can have her
roll up this zot, paper grabba
i’m laughing to the bank with h*lla laughter
these n*ggas moving h*lla backwards
n*gga, f*ck all that talking, we ready to battle
he fumbled the sack, i’m the one made the tackle
the opps be scared, we got ’em in shackles
these n*ggas, they scared
and if the p*ssies shoot at my brother
them n*ggas end up dead
mmm, what i said
[lil twan: hook]
f*ck that sh*t i keep that fye on me
these n*ggas ain’t plotting on me
i’m in love with this rap sh*t
n*ggas thinking i’m gon’ sell my soul
on god we run down on the opps
we show these n*ggas how to use them poles
in a shootout we know that lil’ buddy gon’ fold
he ain’t solid
we know he ain’t stick to the code
yeah, popping these pills
yeah, it’s f*cking my head up
chop a n*gga hand if he take from the gang
walk down car all blacked out
he ain’t have no bl!ck, lil’ bro got slapped out
we been gsp*k before i heard of fbl
walked in the spot like, “what’s that smell?”
lil jon, yeah, we got them bells

- lil jon jon lyrics

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