BME Click Lyrics
| Song | BME Click |
| Artist | Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz |
| Album | Kings of Crunk |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Love, Neal, Norris, Smith | |
| (Lil Jon)Yea! | |
| Yea! Yea! | |
| Yea! Check this out(whats up) | |
| It's your | |
| Motherfucka | |
| Boy Lil Jon(That's Right nigga) | |
| BME Click(yea)represent right(Yea) | |
| Now IIIIII just got to get some shit out my chess(let it out) | |
| It's a lot | |
| Fuck Nigga been talking shit about me(fuck)but you know what | |
| Pussy Nigga | |
| I Don't give a fuck | |
| I'm a Real | |
| Nigga, Real | |
| Nigga Handle | |
| His Motherfucka business like my niggas about to do right now(Bezel) | |
| Whateva Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi | |
| Drop some acid in ya drink make ya see ta da | |
| I don't care if my girl just a leg in the thigh | |
| She better spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi | |
| They say if you wait a little while good things'll come | |
| Drink come get yours but you blink and it's gone | |
| Patient dude | |
| I really can't wait that long | |
| Been layin fools down way before that 8 ball song | |
| I Like that benze go ahead and run that man | |
| Boy you'ze a ho | |
| I think you wanna man | |
| It's not your boy from | |
| D12It's AT | |
| LOne of the sickest dudes out they like ain't he well | |
| Adamville ain't changed | |
| It's still the same | |
| They thought knockin with stuvella that would stop the cane | |
| Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy island | |
| Double move if a quake made | |
| Atlanta Island(Don P) | |
| This ya boy | |
| Don PAKA get away from me | |
| I don't play, | |
| I just ride | |
| How they gon' see nigga | |
| I don't hide | |
| Never had a watch so | |
| I never had the time | |
| Always had money but | |
| I stayed on the grind | |
| Girls give me head so | |
| I gotta million miles | |
| World's most wanted | |
| I done did a million crimes | |
| Gotta be established that | |
| I'm twice platinum | |
| Gimme some space nigga back back some | |
| Ain't really smart but ain't that dumbaint a whole saler nigga you can keep it crunk | |
| I don't drop hits nigga | |
| I drop bombs | |
| Forget bein' a star nigga | |
| I'm a fuckin' sun | |
| Nigga lookin' at me talkin' 'bout it's all good | |
| Kings of crunk nigga comin through yo hoodbitch(Black Boi) | |
| See I ain't come to play(say what) | |
| I came to spit bars inside cars | |
| To let you niggas know where | |
| I stay285 way don't miss the byway | |
| On my high way | |
| Eastside we on that remi and that purple 'round my way | |
| Okay boy now let me spit it's | |
| Black BoiOn this here and boy | |
| I'm real wit this shit | |
| I rip drawers off take yo balls off | |
| Cuz you knew before you came in my room girl you was so sawed off | |
| Was I wrote off | |
| Oh NoI was strapped at it bitch | |
| Before you close the door now dats for show | |
| We on that dro when you get up out my car bitch don't slam my door | |
| Motherfucka(Dirty Mouth) | |
| ATL is my home | |
| And know my hip keep that chrome | |
| For the ones who talkin' shit | |
| They better leave me alone | |
| I ain't playin' no games | |
| I'm just out for this fame | |
| Gettin' this money is how | |
| I see ya gettin' blow from the jane | |
| Keep your distance | |
| I'm 'bout to start movin' this chain | |
| This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain | |
| Hot like lava | |
| I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva | |
| So watch ya back 'cause here | |
| I come dropin' bodies like bombers | |
| This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson | |
| All you niggas keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence | |
| This herbal session just keep a nigga full of confession | |
| So while I'm diggin' in your purse | |
| I keep that heat for protection | |
| Now gimme your loot | |
| This motherfucka gon' make me pimp shoot | |
| This motherfucka think | |
| I'm plannin' think | |
| I'm roody like poo | |
| You think | |
| I'm gravy | |
| I told you boys don't play me for lame | |
| This motherfucka that wanted to listen | |
| I took his ass out the game bitch(LA) | |
| T-R-Y M-E pussy nigga | |
| Lil LA off in this biych | |
| Ready to bust yo fuckin' shit | |
| Bitch rich nigga if you wanna talk that bullshit | |
| Gon' hate | |
| I ain't stun ya runnin' up | |
| I'll get ya split | |
| From the bottom to the top | |
| Top to bottom you will go | |
| Naw ho I ain't the nigga to be fuckin' wit for | |
| Sic 'em git 'em split 'em hit 'em | |
| Tear that nigga ass up | |
| I kill for fun mayne (mayne) | |
| I ain't jokin mayne (Mayne) | |
| What's up back up fuck nigga | |
| Who you talkin to | |
| Yeah scary ass nigga we comin' for you | |
| If you wanna talk shit better be prepared | |
| To live and die in the motherfuckin' | |
| ATL yeah(Yo Gotti) | |
| Ain't nothin' like a good ass whoopin' to set it off | |
| Come how you want it bitch and ya pussy ass off | |
| Them little niggas ain't gon' fight | |
| So I'ma shoot first | |
| Big nigga wanna tustle so put them hands to work | |
| Decatur want it | |
| Decatur ready | |
| Decatur dead in the end | |
| Ho click mo bitch than a zula-sci-quen | |
| Charlie and fate wishin that yo bitch ass made it | |
| Crunker then a dog in the south west gatewe got hoe shakin ass others got it for sale | |
| Real head bustin head with a work and the mail | |
| What's that smell ya dead ass in a hotel | |
| No evidence because now guns in the chair | |
| Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car to waitin on ya | |
| Lil Jon, the esb finna put they hands on ya | |
| Got claims on yo life the hitman | |
| I beYou want the job done just holla at me, yeah(Bo Hagon) | |
| I can't feel the ground the beneath meone of these hoes is down to freak me | |
| Haters they allowed to shoot rounds to leak me | |
| Have my family sittin' 'round to weep me | |
| Life as a hustla an everyday struggler tryin' to double up | |
| And I ain't a fuckin' juggler if you ever try to trouble us | |
| Better knuckle up | |
| The streets they know what it is | |
| They know what the fake they know what the real | |
| They go for the kill do what you feel hop in the 'lac flash ya grill | |
| Show your gold throw your bows | |
| Stay on ya toes and don't trust these hoes | |
| Play ya part and do ya thang | |
| Always put money before the fame(Lil Bo) | |
| Y'all niggas don't wanna see me | |
| Runnin' 'round here hatin' on me | |
| Wanna know what | |
| I do wit my cheese'84 | |
| Silverado | |
| ChevyNow I can buy that nine eleven | |
| And I can get that | |
| EscaladeBout to hit the corner pop the trunk and let that thang spray | |
| Reppin that | |
| GA decatur's where | |
| I stayNothin but real niggas and bitches out here 'round my way | |
| Lil Bo I be that nigga quick to pull the trigger | |
| An' put some lead in the head of a fuck nigga(Big Sam) | |
| Woke up this mornin nigga | |
| With a pump and my hand on the trigger | |
| Had a dream last night | |
| I was bein' hated on by a bunch of these fuck niggas | |
| These niggas done made me slip now into my alias now | |
| Coup de gras | |
| SWAT officers and all these haters and these niggas right now | |
| Frankly I'm hot and pissed | |
| This shit is ludacris | |
| Same niggas you grew up witnigga same niggas get they wig split | |
| So keep flexin' and talkin and get your ass whipped | |
| Motherfucka you must not know who you fuckin' wit | |
| I'm DJ 64 that nigga | |
| XLBig Sam just sayin' this shit to let you know what's real | |
| You Bitch bitch | |
| Hoe hoeAss ass | |
| Nigga nigga | |
| We Ain't Playing | |
| Money Slangin | |
| Testifying | |
| Gangsta ridin | |
| More Rich them shiti'm just singin | |
| ATL ain't fucking playing |
| zuo qu : Love, Neal, Norris, Smith | |
| Lil Jon Yea! | |
| Yea! Yea! | |
| Yea! Check this out whats up | |
| It' s your | |
| Motherfucka | |
| Boy Lil Jon That' s Right nigga | |
| BME Click yea represent right Yea | |
| Now IIIIII just got to get some shit out my chess let it out | |
| It' s a lot | |
| Fuck Nigga been talking shit about me fuck but you know what | |
| Pussy Nigga | |
| I Don' t give a fuck | |
| I' m a Real | |
| Nigga, Real | |
| Nigga Handle | |
| His Motherfucka business like my niggas about to do right now Bezel | |
| Whateva Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi | |
| Drop some acid in ya drink make ya see ta da | |
| I don' t care if my girl just a leg in the thigh | |
| She better spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi | |
| They say if you wait a little while good things' ll come | |
| Drink come get yours but you blink and it' s gone | |
| Patient dude | |
| I really can' t wait that long | |
| Been layin fools down way before that 8 ball song | |
| I Like that benze go ahead and run that man | |
| Boy you' ze a ho | |
| I think you wanna man | |
| It' s not your boy from | |
| D12It' s AT | |
| LOne of the sickest dudes out they like ain' t he well | |
| Adamville ain' t changed | |
| It' s still the same | |
| They thought knockin with stuvella that would stop the cane | |
| Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy island | |
| Double move if a quake made | |
| Atlanta Island Don P | |
| This ya boy | |
| Don PAKA get away from me | |
| I don' t play, | |
| I just ride | |
| How they gon' see nigga | |
| I don' t hide | |
| Never had a watch so | |
| I never had the time | |
| Always had money but | |
| I stayed on the grind | |
| Girls give me head so | |
| I gotta million miles | |
| World' s most wanted | |
| I done did a million crimes | |
| Gotta be established that | |
| I' m twice platinum | |
| Gimme some space nigga back back some | |
| Ain' t really smart but ain' t that dumbaint a whole saler nigga you can keep it crunk | |
| I don' t drop hits nigga | |
| I drop bombs | |
| Forget bein' a star nigga | |
| I' m a fuckin' sun | |
| Nigga lookin' at me talkin' ' bout it' s all good | |
| Kings of crunk nigga comin through yo hoodbitch Black Boi | |
| See I ain' t come to play say what | |
| I came to spit bars inside cars | |
| To let you niggas know where | |
| I stay285 way don' t miss the byway | |
| On my high way | |
| Eastside we on that remi and that purple ' round my way | |
| Okay boy now let me spit it' s | |
| Black BoiOn this here and boy | |
| I' m real wit this shit | |
| I rip drawers off take yo balls off | |
| Cuz you knew before you came in my room girl you was so sawed off | |
| Was I wrote off | |
| Oh NoI was strapped at it bitch | |
| Before you close the door now dats for show | |
| We on that dro when you get up out my car bitch don' t slam my door | |
| Motherfucka Dirty Mouth | |
| ATL is my home | |
| And know my hip keep that chrome | |
| For the ones who talkin' shit | |
| They better leave me alone | |
| I ain' t playin' no games | |
| I' m just out for this fame | |
| Gettin' this money is how | |
| I see ya gettin' blow from the jane | |
| Keep your distance | |
| I' m ' bout to start movin' this chain | |
| This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain | |
| Hot like lava | |
| I' m loadin up this chrome problem solva | |
| So watch ya back ' cause here | |
| I come dropin' bodies like bombers | |
| This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson | |
| All you niggas keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence | |
| This herbal session just keep a nigga full of confession | |
| So while I' m diggin' in your purse | |
| I keep that heat for protection | |
| Now gimme your loot | |
| This motherfucka gon' make me pimp shoot | |
| This motherfucka think | |
| I' m plannin' think | |
| I' m roody like poo | |
| You think | |
| I' m gravy | |
| I told you boys don' t play me for lame | |
| This motherfucka that wanted to listen | |
| I took his ass out the game bitch LA | |
| TRY ME pussy nigga | |
| Lil LA off in this biych | |
| Ready to bust yo fuckin' shit | |
| Bitch rich nigga if you wanna talk that bullshit | |
| Gon' hate | |
| I ain' t stun ya runnin' up | |
| I' ll get ya split | |
| From the bottom to the top | |
| Top to bottom you will go | |
| Naw ho I ain' t the nigga to be fuckin' wit for | |
| Sic ' em git ' em split ' em hit ' em | |
| Tear that nigga ass up | |
| I kill for fun mayne mayne | |
| I ain' t jokin mayne Mayne | |
| What' s up back up fuck nigga | |
| Who you talkin to | |
| Yeah scary ass nigga we comin' for you | |
| If you wanna talk shit better be prepared | |
| To live and die in the motherfuckin' | |
| ATL yeah Yo Gotti | |
| Ain' t nothin' like a good ass whoopin' to set it off | |
| Come how you want it bitch and ya pussy ass off | |
| Them little niggas ain' t gon' fight | |
| So I' ma shoot first | |
| Big nigga wanna tustle so put them hands to work | |
| Decatur want it | |
| Decatur ready | |
| Decatur dead in the end | |
| Ho click mo bitch than a zulasciquen | |
| Charlie and fate wishin that yo bitch ass made it | |
| Crunker then a dog in the south west gatewe got hoe shakin ass others got it for sale | |
| Real head bustin head with a work and the mail | |
| What' s that smell ya dead ass in a hotel | |
| No evidence because now guns in the chair | |
| Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car to waitin on ya | |
| Lil Jon, the esb finna put they hands on ya | |
| Got claims on yo life the hitman | |
| I beYou want the job done just holla at me, yeah Bo Hagon | |
| I can' t feel the ground the beneath meone of these hoes is down to freak me | |
| Haters they allowed to shoot rounds to leak me | |
| Have my family sittin' ' round to weep me | |
| Life as a hustla an everyday struggler tryin' to double up | |
| And I ain' t a fuckin' juggler if you ever try to trouble us | |
| Better knuckle up | |
| The streets they know what it is | |
| They know what the fake they know what the real | |
| They go for the kill do what you feel hop in the ' lac flash ya grill | |
| Show your gold throw your bows | |
| Stay on ya toes and don' t trust these hoes | |
| Play ya part and do ya thang | |
| Always put money before the fame Lil Bo | |
| Y' all niggas don' t wanna see me | |
| Runnin' ' round here hatin' on me | |
| Wanna know what | |
| I do wit my cheese' 84 | |
| Silverado | |
| ChevyNow I can buy that nine eleven | |
| And I can get that | |
| EscaladeBout to hit the corner pop the trunk and let that thang spray | |
| Reppin that | |
| GA decatur' s where | |
| I stayNothin but real niggas and bitches out here ' round my way | |
| Lil Bo I be that nigga quick to pull the trigger | |
| An' put some lead in the head of a fuck nigga Big Sam | |
| Woke up this mornin nigga | |
| With a pump and my hand on the trigger | |
| Had a dream last night | |
| I was bein' hated on by a bunch of these fuck niggas | |
| These niggas done made me slip now into my alias now | |
| Coup de gras | |
| SWAT officers and all these haters and these niggas right now | |
| Frankly I' m hot and pissed | |
| This shit is ludacris | |
| Same niggas you grew up witnigga same niggas get they wig split | |
| So keep flexin' and talkin and get your ass whipped | |
| Motherfucka you must not know who you fuckin' wit | |
| I' m DJ 64 that nigga | |
| XLBig Sam just sayin' this shit to let you know what' s real | |
| You Bitch bitch | |
| Hoe hoeAss ass | |
| Nigga nigga | |
| We Ain' t Playing | |
| Money Slangin | |
| Testifying | |
| Gangsta ridin | |
| More Rich them shiti' m just singin | |
| ATL ain' t fucking playing |
| zuò qǔ : Love, Neal, Norris, Smith | |
| Lil Jon Yea! | |
| Yea! Yea! | |
| Yea! Check this out whats up | |
| It' s your | |
| Motherfucka | |
| Boy Lil Jon That' s Right nigga | |
| BME Click yea represent right Yea | |
| Now IIIIII just got to get some shit out my chess let it out | |
| It' s a lot | |
| Fuck Nigga been talking shit about me fuck but you know what | |
| Pussy Nigga | |
| I Don' t give a fuck | |
| I' m a Real | |
| Nigga, Real | |
| Nigga Handle | |
| His Motherfucka business like my niggas about to do right now Bezel | |
| Whateva Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi | |
| Drop some acid in ya drink make ya see ta da | |
| I don' t care if my girl just a leg in the thigh | |
| She better spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi | |
| They say if you wait a little while good things' ll come | |
| Drink come get yours but you blink and it' s gone | |
| Patient dude | |
| I really can' t wait that long | |
| Been layin fools down way before that 8 ball song | |
| I Like that benze go ahead and run that man | |
| Boy you' ze a ho | |
| I think you wanna man | |
| It' s not your boy from | |
| D12It' s AT | |
| LOne of the sickest dudes out they like ain' t he well | |
| Adamville ain' t changed | |
| It' s still the same | |
| They thought knockin with stuvella that would stop the cane | |
| Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy island | |
| Double move if a quake made | |
| Atlanta Island Don P | |
| This ya boy | |
| Don PAKA get away from me | |
| I don' t play, | |
| I just ride | |
| How they gon' see nigga | |
| I don' t hide | |
| Never had a watch so | |
| I never had the time | |
| Always had money but | |
| I stayed on the grind | |
| Girls give me head so | |
| I gotta million miles | |
| World' s most wanted | |
| I done did a million crimes | |
| Gotta be established that | |
| I' m twice platinum | |
| Gimme some space nigga back back some | |
| Ain' t really smart but ain' t that dumbaint a whole saler nigga you can keep it crunk | |
| I don' t drop hits nigga | |
| I drop bombs | |
| Forget bein' a star nigga | |
| I' m a fuckin' sun | |
| Nigga lookin' at me talkin' ' bout it' s all good | |
| Kings of crunk nigga comin through yo hoodbitch Black Boi | |
| See I ain' t come to play say what | |
| I came to spit bars inside cars | |
| To let you niggas know where | |
| I stay285 way don' t miss the byway | |
| On my high way | |
| Eastside we on that remi and that purple ' round my way | |
| Okay boy now let me spit it' s | |
| Black BoiOn this here and boy | |
| I' m real wit this shit | |
| I rip drawers off take yo balls off | |
| Cuz you knew before you came in my room girl you was so sawed off | |
| Was I wrote off | |
| Oh NoI was strapped at it bitch | |
| Before you close the door now dats for show | |
| We on that dro when you get up out my car bitch don' t slam my door | |
| Motherfucka Dirty Mouth | |
| ATL is my home | |
| And know my hip keep that chrome | |
| For the ones who talkin' shit | |
| They better leave me alone | |
| I ain' t playin' no games | |
| I' m just out for this fame | |
| Gettin' this money is how | |
| I see ya gettin' blow from the jane | |
| Keep your distance | |
| I' m ' bout to start movin' this chain | |
| This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain | |
| Hot like lava | |
| I' m loadin up this chrome problem solva | |
| So watch ya back ' cause here | |
| I come dropin' bodies like bombers | |
| This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson | |
| All you niggas keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence | |
| This herbal session just keep a nigga full of confession | |
| So while I' m diggin' in your purse | |
| I keep that heat for protection | |
| Now gimme your loot | |
| This motherfucka gon' make me pimp shoot | |
| This motherfucka think | |
| I' m plannin' think | |
| I' m roody like poo | |
| You think | |
| I' m gravy | |
| I told you boys don' t play me for lame | |
| This motherfucka that wanted to listen | |
| I took his ass out the game bitch LA | |
| TRY ME pussy nigga | |
| Lil LA off in this biych | |
| Ready to bust yo fuckin' shit | |
| Bitch rich nigga if you wanna talk that bullshit | |
| Gon' hate | |
| I ain' t stun ya runnin' up | |
| I' ll get ya split | |
| From the bottom to the top | |
| Top to bottom you will go | |
| Naw ho I ain' t the nigga to be fuckin' wit for | |
| Sic ' em git ' em split ' em hit ' em | |
| Tear that nigga ass up | |
| I kill for fun mayne mayne | |
| I ain' t jokin mayne Mayne | |
| What' s up back up fuck nigga | |
| Who you talkin to | |
| Yeah scary ass nigga we comin' for you | |
| If you wanna talk shit better be prepared | |
| To live and die in the motherfuckin' | |
| ATL yeah Yo Gotti | |
| Ain' t nothin' like a good ass whoopin' to set it off | |
| Come how you want it bitch and ya pussy ass off | |
| Them little niggas ain' t gon' fight | |
| So I' ma shoot first | |
| Big nigga wanna tustle so put them hands to work | |
| Decatur want it | |
| Decatur ready | |
| Decatur dead in the end | |
| Ho click mo bitch than a zulasciquen | |
| Charlie and fate wishin that yo bitch ass made it | |
| Crunker then a dog in the south west gatewe got hoe shakin ass others got it for sale | |
| Real head bustin head with a work and the mail | |
| What' s that smell ya dead ass in a hotel | |
| No evidence because now guns in the chair | |
| Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car to waitin on ya | |
| Lil Jon, the esb finna put they hands on ya | |
| Got claims on yo life the hitman | |
| I beYou want the job done just holla at me, yeah Bo Hagon | |
| I can' t feel the ground the beneath meone of these hoes is down to freak me | |
| Haters they allowed to shoot rounds to leak me | |
| Have my family sittin' ' round to weep me | |
| Life as a hustla an everyday struggler tryin' to double up | |
| And I ain' t a fuckin' juggler if you ever try to trouble us | |
| Better knuckle up | |
| The streets they know what it is | |
| They know what the fake they know what the real | |
| They go for the kill do what you feel hop in the ' lac flash ya grill | |
| Show your gold throw your bows | |
| Stay on ya toes and don' t trust these hoes | |
| Play ya part and do ya thang | |
| Always put money before the fame Lil Bo | |
| Y' all niggas don' t wanna see me | |
| Runnin' ' round here hatin' on me | |
| Wanna know what | |
| I do wit my cheese' 84 | |
| Silverado | |
| ChevyNow I can buy that nine eleven | |
| And I can get that | |
| EscaladeBout to hit the corner pop the trunk and let that thang spray | |
| Reppin that | |
| GA decatur' s where | |
| I stayNothin but real niggas and bitches out here ' round my way | |
| Lil Bo I be that nigga quick to pull the trigger | |
| An' put some lead in the head of a fuck nigga Big Sam | |
| Woke up this mornin nigga | |
| With a pump and my hand on the trigger | |
| Had a dream last night | |
| I was bein' hated on by a bunch of these fuck niggas | |
| These niggas done made me slip now into my alias now | |
| Coup de gras | |
| SWAT officers and all these haters and these niggas right now | |
| Frankly I' m hot and pissed | |
| This shit is ludacris | |
| Same niggas you grew up witnigga same niggas get they wig split | |
| So keep flexin' and talkin and get your ass whipped | |
| Motherfucka you must not know who you fuckin' wit | |
| I' m DJ 64 that nigga | |
| XLBig Sam just sayin' this shit to let you know what' s real | |
| You Bitch bitch | |
| Hoe hoeAss ass | |
| Nigga nigga | |
| We Ain' t Playing | |
| Money Slangin | |
| Testifying | |
| Gangsta ridin | |
| More Rich them shiti' m just singin | |
| ATL ain' t fucking playing |
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