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Fight Lyrics

Bust his head to tha right
Bust his head to tha right
Bust his head to tha right
Imma bust it wide open [x2]
Boy I've been drinking and my system that hen in,
I gotta bust his head before I knock his chin in,
I might just punch his a**, we might just jump his a**,
Or we’ll get em rock til he fall n we might just stomp his a**

C'mon a get a lil bet f*** n**** try your luck
b**** they call me pimpin I slap hoes and leave em short,
N you run and get ya pistol cuz you feel you been f*****,
I come around n***** even when they try to gut

So get ya head bust open, like ya just get c***ed,
by them head got track, hit you with a gallon bottle
treat like a virgin that wanna hit ya Victoria model,
I prefer tha white meat cuz tha dark is too swallow

Ball up, come back, stomp that n****,
he tried to lock em ball, so I snuck that n****,
no time to rush, two more jabs got his eyes cut
his staggern vision blurry, HE HURT HE GOT HIS HEAD BUST

[Hook x3]

Get jacked lik Jess, f*** n**** I bring them thangs,
let ya move be ya best, f*** n**** this ain't no game,
disrespect you can bet, I throw them thangs,
aint no time in tha club n**** that I don't slang
And you know my will,
do em out the muscle, I ain't from Trillville
but I'ma headbussa i'll knock a n**** out and soon as my move clique,
bust his head to tha right n****, pool b**** and pool sticks

Boy Billy done bad, my laugh is played out,
no job in tha club, done buck ya layed out,
you a disrespect partner so tha love his gone,
bet I'll knock ya a** out, go slide ya girls own

I put n***** on tha back,you can call me Lak Suagar,
they think thats its a dream, cuz I scare like Freddy Kruger,
two hits make em shake like a f****** drug abuser,
n**** try to buck like a pimp but they a loser

[Hook x3]
I'ma a slim cashin, I really don't do fightin,
but n***** be ain't cuz they hoes always bitin,
n***** talkin s*** thats tha s*** I don't be likin,
give me a little credit for tha s*** I be recyclin

You rockin c*** diesel, when I know you don't wanna fight,
like shot it left, but broad would I throw it right,
these n***** don't wanna see me, hand and guns,
I ain't quick to grab tha tool, but I'll fraig ya gun

I'm slangin hard yea, and I'm serving em fast,
while throw like sugga shane, knockin you on ya a**,
now I got ya head bust open what, knock ya brain in a chevy,
my hand move way, so ya know my blow wit it

Now its on in this b****, yea its on in this b****,
you don't wanna another 1, so watch ya tone in this b****,
I ain't Martin Larence, we can't get along in this b****,
my n***** ready to fight if you get wrong in this b****

[Hook x2]

Fight [x30]
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