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Lil Jon Shots

Shots shots shots shots shots Shots shots shots shots shots Shots shots shots shots shots Shots, everybody Shots shots shots shots shots Shots shots shots shots shots Shots shots shots shots

air We on a rollercoaster Oh, oh ohh One night to live (so we live it up) Then we do that damn thing (then we give it up) Gimme any kind of shot (then

there Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller Lil Jon

type to make me grip that handle Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random Hold up, hold up, yo yo yo yo It's your boy Lil? Jon, right It's time to take

[Intro - Lil' Jon] Usher... Lil' Jon... Ludacris... [Usher {with Lil' Jon}] Yeah, man Once again, it's on {It's on} You know we had to do it again

[Intro: Lil Jon (Pitbull) {Usher}] Usher, Lil Jon, Ludacris... {Yeah man} It's on (Dale Usher, cantale a la mujeres alli) {You know we had to do it again

actin' like a - like a Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a Bia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a [Lil' Jon

[Intro] [Intro: Lil' Jon] Yea What...What Check dis out right (Yea) Lil' Jon and the mufckin East Side Boyz The Kings of crunk Back at chu wit some new

to stop I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holdin' the glock No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop I wait till Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot