Bia' Bia' Lyrics
| Song | Bia' Bia' |
| Artist | Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz |
| Artist | Too $hort |
| Artist | Lil Jon |
| Artist | Big Kap |
| Artist | Ludacris |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Artist | Chyna Whyte |
| Album | Put Yo Hood Up |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Big Kap, Bridges, Martin ... | |
| (Hook x2) | |
| Bia Bia, why ya 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) | |
| Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up | |
| Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up | |
| Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up | |
| Throw yo click up, throw yo click up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up | |
| Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do | |
| Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do | |
| What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared) | |
| Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you | |
| (Hook x2) | |
| (Too $hort) | |
| Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb | |
| It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk | |
| I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth | |
| Real niggas, bring out the ho in you | |
| Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her | |
| All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor | |
| Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's | |
| You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure | |
| How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out | |
| Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out | |
| But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me | |
| Come by the house and get nasty | |
| I spit the real game | |
| I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name | |
| I told her call me daddy | |
| Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie | |
| Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly | |
| You just a... | |
| (Hook x2) | |
| (Chyna Whyte) | |
| Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots | |
| Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop | |
| It don't stop in that Dirty South | |
| Burn up this whole block, that's what this be about | |
| Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest | |
| Gonna see who's life is shortest | |
| Regaurdless this whole world to me is garbage | |
| Tryin' to reap my harvest | |
| I'm starvin' livin a life of ballin' | |
| Im still tryin' to find my callin' | |
| And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain | |
| Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine | |
| Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine bloodlines | |
| With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow | |
| Maintain my burrow | |
| I represent the slums, ate the crumbs | |
| Now I'm reachin' for a new height | |
| Nothin' but love and we glued tight | |
| Played and renew sight | |
| Hustlin' for food type | |
| Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte |
| zuo qu : Big Kap, Bridges, Martin ... | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Bia Bia, why ya 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 | |
| Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up | |
| Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up | |
| Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up | |
| Throw yo click up, throw yo click up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up | |
| Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do | |
| Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do | |
| What chu' wanna do You scared, what chu' wanna do You scared | |
| Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Too hort | |
| Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb | |
| It' s about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk | |
| I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth | |
| Real niggas, bring out the ho in you | |
| Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her | |
| All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor | |
| Won' t let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your' s | |
| You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure | |
| How come she can' t leave home without gettin' cussed out | |
| Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out | |
| But I told her, I said it' s cool, get at me | |
| Come by the house and get nasty | |
| I spit the real game | |
| I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name | |
| I told her call me daddy | |
| Trick nigga if you tell me you' s a playa, you' s a lie | |
| Cause you' ll never be like Willie Dynamite and SuperFly | |
| You just a... | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Chyna Whyte | |
| Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots | |
| Double glock, glock, chch, nigga pop pop | |
| It don' t stop in that Dirty South | |
| Burn up this whole block, that' s what this be about | |
| Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest | |
| Gonna see who' s life is shortest | |
| Regaurdless this whole world to me is garbage | |
| Tryin' to reap my harvest | |
| I' m starvin' livin a life of ballin' | |
| Im still tryin' to find my callin' | |
| And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain | |
| Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain' t no sunshine | |
| Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine bloodlines | |
| With P9' s and semiautos, ain' t guaranteed tomorrow | |
| Maintain my burrow | |
| I represent the slums, ate the crumbs | |
| Now I' m reachin' for a new height | |
| Nothin' but love and we glued tight | |
| Played and renew sight | |
| Hustlin' for food type | |
| Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte |
| zuò qǔ : Big Kap, Bridges, Martin ... | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Bia Bia, why ya 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 | |
| Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up | |
| Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up | |
| Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up | |
| Throw yo click up, throw yo click up | |
| Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up | |
| Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga | |
| Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do | |
| Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do | |
| What chu' wanna do You scared, what chu' wanna do You scared | |
| Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Too hort | |
| Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb | |
| It' s about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk | |
| I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth | |
| Real niggas, bring out the ho in you | |
| Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her | |
| All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor | |
| Won' t let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your' s | |
| You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure | |
| How come she can' t leave home without gettin' cussed out | |
| Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out | |
| But I told her, I said it' s cool, get at me | |
| Come by the house and get nasty | |
| I spit the real game | |
| I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name | |
| I told her call me daddy | |
| Trick nigga if you tell me you' s a playa, you' s a lie | |
| Cause you' ll never be like Willie Dynamite and SuperFly | |
| You just a... | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Chyna Whyte | |
| Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots | |
| Double glock, glock, chch, nigga pop pop | |
| It don' t stop in that Dirty South | |
| Burn up this whole block, that' s what this be about | |
| Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest | |
| Gonna see who' s life is shortest | |
| Regaurdless this whole world to me is garbage | |
| Tryin' to reap my harvest | |
| I' m starvin' livin a life of ballin' | |
| Im still tryin' to find my callin' | |
| And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain | |
| Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain' t no sunshine | |
| Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine bloodlines | |
| With P9' s and semiautos, ain' t guaranteed tomorrow | |
| Maintain my burrow | |
| I represent the slums, ate the crumbs | |
| Now I' m reachin' for a new height | |
| Nothin' but love and we glued tight | |
| Played and renew sight | |
| Hustlin' for food type | |
| Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte |
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