Lyrics:
back right?
Matter fact I ain't even do ya bitch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real
Yo, Gruff, tell us more
wan't none
Quick to make your finger like a gun, but faggots
never bust none
Chorus: repeat 4X
99.9 percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these
runnin' game nigga! You want to bang nigga?) Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
(It ain't no thang nigga! We off the chain, nigga) Who 'dat? Who 'dat? Who 'dat? Who
tweed or no yak
more like 25 pounds of get back & I can tell by ya
walk it's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
on yo' love
rollin 22s in a Chevy Impala Ss
Still dress to impress beats made by the best
Got somethin to say get it off ya chest
Got the burner I ain’t ever gonna
roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
Lighters up, lighters up
Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my
slidin' fucked up nigga what up
In the cut flossin' like a motherfucker what up
Beside all being now tell me where ya comin' from
That ain't where I
ain't been tha same ya'll
Since my homie left tha game ya'll
Twenty years of my life doing time in a cell
When they let me out I'm gonna raise some hell
pimping down under
You can probably tell that I'm high
By the way a nigga fell from the sky
Every story that I tell, you can tell if it's real
You can tell
get all of your love
I don't need it, I'm better without it
So block my number
The game is over
I ain't waiting all day by the fuckin' phone
And I
Tell 'em n**** talk s*** now
They think you know they gonna go baw
I ain't scared of the law
Now bout to go to war
What it is n**** where you lose ya
Pave way make way
Pheilex let the drum roll
This jam gonna blow your head blow Your mind blow your radio
Is your bouy Pepperhyno
Rhynoceros
This
You tell me you feel me I know you don’t
I love you but this shit ain’t gonna work
Fuck bitches keep putting in work
I broke ya heart I know
From
charmed by all the waiting
I'ma show you this and it ain't what ya know
Tell you what it is, but it ain't what ya know
You sound funny when you talk,
these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get
likely I'm gonna die with my finger on the trigger,
They tell me don't get high, and i should try to make a living,
I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd
on rollin, baby
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna
of my love"
"Nobody matters like you" (stay up there, stay up there)
She tells him "your life ain't gonna be nothing like my life" (straight)
"You're
tell ya I'll do ya son
Creep up on ya real slow ain't no need to run
But my mission is to break you not to kill no one
I - heard these niggas don't like
you bitch
You ain't my fuckin' friend
Prophet Entertainment member known as Boo
Had to tell your ass time and time again
Ride with my click
Bitch
that money goin` be illegal when you got it
Keep your dough up
But I ain`t goin` tell you, what?, to stop chasin` paper
Man, I`m just like ya`ll, I
one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna
runnin' game nigga! You want to bang nigga?) Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
(It ain't no thang nigga! We off the chain, nigga) Who 'dat? Who 'dat? Who 'dat? Who
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