Lyrics:
gon' put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps
Homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs
Givin'
gon' put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps
Homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs
Givin'
She got a big booty
Ain't it lookin real fine
Yea she was wit me
I never said she was mine
Niggas actin real fruity
Betta step right
Gotta tell these
but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this
Imma die for what I love
Feels like I came back and earned another dub
All the drugs and all the vices hold a grudge
Despite what I done been through
supposed to come after me
I am a bishop
I'm ducking these feeling like Dishes by moving diagonally
I feel like a king
Cause I shit on these peasents by
bitch up
[Mannie:] Oh 20 dub deuces is how we do that there yo
[Lac:] If you ride with an ugly chick than put that bitch in
[Mannie:] Get you a dime
Shawty say she loving me, I love me too
Look I know you dubbing me but I'll dub a new boo
I'm a player in this game, this isn't nothing new
I got my
beautiful in my way dances
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way spin
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love
bigger bezel
She had a nigga he a dub
Im on a different level
I asked if she dig it and she dug
Shawty come get the shovel
Like she dance wit the devil
She
even this
Say your got the drip, but there's nothing on your wrist
Go to the club, you aint even on the list
Try to take dub but an L is all you get
matter I smoke a lot
I heard they ran you right up off the block
Since black rose
Since kairi Chanel,
Learned to channel my voice,
The game gettin
(my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
But I gotta rush in
Yeah I gotta lock in
I can’t let her get by
Know this feeling right
So ima keep her by my side guess I
Fell in love, Fell in
neighbour,
'Cause I'm feelin' so right;
I want to turn up my disco,
Blow them to full watts tonight, eh! -
In a rub-a-dub style, in a rub-a-dub style,
In
Servin' bags to them students
Tell 'em I got that fire
On that porch right there by the Buick
I'm just tryin' to get my mind
Go worry nigga 'bout yours
(my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
fall like a lot have done
By accident or knife or gun
When they lay you high on the mountain still
You can call yourself king of the hill
If you gonna
shkimpin on my hoes doe Bitches road kill
Tell her sorry for the fast life blame my past life
Lil shawty know her ass right she don’t act right
I don’t never
king im nothing without you
So inch by inch move your body to me
So we can simmer down all over this beat
Say simmer down won't you slow it for me
I'm
up drink some Folgers
Trapping almost the
Easy way
Route the government want
Me to take
So I seize my way
And honest living be
The hardest thing
something like nino you a flukie
Young fly nigga I'm looking like
I signed to Lucci
Farmers call TC 'Cause he move
Them by the bail way before Mozzy
but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this
feeling so high
Man Im bout to cry
Stay way up God by my side
Call me a lion how I got my pride (uh)
Call me a lion
Cuz I got my pride
The devil Im popping
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