text: 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