Bia Bia Lyrics
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Aiyyo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rocking with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte
(Ludacris nigga)
Short Dog
(Ay, tell them niggaz, what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you acting like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussing like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you looking like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fronting like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you acting like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussing like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you looking like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fronting like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Well, get 'em up
(Get 'em up)
Put 'em up
(Put 'em up)
Stop acting like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well, get 'em up
(Get 'em up)
Put 'em up
(Put 'em up)
Stop acting like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well, where you from, nigga?
(Where you from?)
Where you from, nigga?
(Where you from?)
Goddammit, motherfucker, where you from?
(Where you from?)
Well, where you from, nigga?
(Where you from?)
Where you from, nigga?
(Where you from?)
Goddammit, motherfucker where you from?
(Where you from?)
Well, represent yo shit, represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique, say fuck that clique
Represent yo shit, represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique, say fuck that clique
Well, you scared
(You scared)
You scared
(You scared)
Stop acting like a bitch, you scared
(You scared)
You scared
(You scared)
You scared
(You scared)
Stop acting like a bitch, you scared
(You scared)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you acting like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussing like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you looking like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
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Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fronting like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Chyna Whyte, don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No-Doz and coffee
No sleep, I'm looking 40 with three bricks in a 740
Bitch, I ain't got time to party
I'm breaking bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot Bennigan's dinner
Thinking how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginning of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bitches make ya ass clap
I'm taking all y'all A S C A P and B M I, catch me driving D U I
Look 'cause I don't give a fuck nigga, I'm living to die
Who on this track fucking with me, y'all is willing to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you acting like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussing like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you looking like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fronting like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Well, pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold, "Clear", then I shocked the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the 'bows
I rock the shows, pop lock and knock yo nose
You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mop the flo'
I Mop & Glo' the Feds trying to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain, cock back and swing the thang
Yo' girl mad 'cause she told me don't even bring the thang
And then I told her, I said, "It's cool, get at me"
And then my voice got raspy
'Cause I was smoking on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop acting like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you acting like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussing like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you looking like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fronting like a, like a
(Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bitch, niggaz in the house, tell me what's up?
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you, "Shut up"
Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't having shit
'Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that's what the calling you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you balling dude
Minding yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye 'cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit acting like a bitch and live a real life
You just a Bia Bia
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