Hij is de mooiste jongen ter wereld
Little Shawn
Little Shawn
Little Shawn
Little Shawn
Little Shawn
Little Shawn
Dig it, get on up and get down
Now for now, I go twelve rounds, Im running rappers out of town
Flip it on ya like a sixty two, so what you gonna do
When im coming through, put it on
You cant rap, your guns paralyze
Then Little Shawns on the rise, I got the highs in ya eyes
On the microphone its on, you all up in the zone
And I stand alone with the Eagle at ya dome
In the tombs, back on the map real soon
Shoot at Shawn, im busting back with the poom
In the hotel im freaking with ya girl its on
Cause I got her pissy drunk off of Dom
Come on
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Its Little Shawn and on the microphone im ill
So write your will
Cause wack rounds will get you killed for real
Heres the deal, you can feel my shit
I got veterans, callin it quits for liking hits
I got the forty five knock with one up in the chamber
On the microphone I bring the drama with the danger
Dance, you dont stand a chance in here
So get your gear 
Its nothing but the funk in here
You know we in here
I flip it on ya like OJ, but I wont run
Im coming with a mask and gun, im blasting son
Im with ya girlfriend and its on
Cause I got her pissy drunk off of Dom
Come on
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
I get off, when I get on and the mic is on
I drop the bomb on fake niggas who sound the alarm
That permit no harm
From day one, six, seven had me on the run
Like I had a trunk full of dirty guns
Im takin dope from an African, stuck him up one time and im back again
I took the kis and the thirty five gs in the safe
And I do it again, cause Im followin Dominicans
Then again it just might be a trap
To blow me off the map with a head shot from my Glock, not
I stuck a nigga now its on
And I got your girl drunk off of Dom
Come on
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Yeah, Brooklyns in the house
Feel it nine five
Come on, uh
U-huh u-huh
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom
Come on, uh
U-huh u-huh
Red hot
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn