Lyrics:
of us
Find that life ain't beautiful
We switch to
Pharmaceuticals
Your nine to five
Ain't suitable
For the cuticles
I'm going bad
Currently I keep
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
money)
First off
Touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I bust your wife
We
pull up with a bad chick
Triple cash quick
No magic pullin out our caps like a hat trick
Killa Status
Ima savage now I got yall spinnin like a back flip
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
always
Wanna tag along
Bands everywhere
She need some help
Real bitches get to the
Bag by they self
Bad bitch, shake that ass
Clap it, I wanna see
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
a bad bitch
But I ain't commit a crime (crime)
If you think I fuck with you
You're out your fuckin' mind (mind)
They say Vinci always poppin' shit,
I do
a bad bitch
But I ain't commit a crime (crime)
If you think I fuck with you
You're out your fuckin' mind (mind)
They say Vinci always poppin' shit,
I do
this anger with my daddy being gone
I don't stay wit moms no mo man I'm just out here on my own
How the fuck they do me wrong with all this love that I
glean
A yung player with big bucks
You can tell im a pimp
By the way that I walk
You can tell Im a playa by
The way that I talk you know
I'm super fly by
caught your wife bending over
Broke up your home now you're on your own
You lost your dignity; your self-respect is gone
I got to laugh though, 'cause,
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
around for over 200, 000 miles/
With no tags/no insurance/
On some old bald head a** tires/
My alignment off/timing off/
S**t lookin real bad/
Cuz Im
they wanna get paid
Everybody late and Ima just gone play
And bitches be trippin cause they don't wanna
Ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas
right up and be the next contestant
A Tribe Called Quest Is A Bad Investment
I'm breakin em off with somethin proper!
Chorus (4x)
Like Hardaway boy I
your man's and them
I be jumpin' in the whip with
One of my friends, 'Cause I
Can do bad, b-bad by my damn self
I'm a hustler baby, don't need your damn
just gone play
And bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna
Ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed
hoes mad
I'm that fly chick all these lames wish they had
Big ol booty, make him trick off all his cash
Keep em' in 2 bags, his feelings and his cash
block off
Tha Yungstar ain't gone play
I gotsta come thru
Gotta borrow mary j
Gots to pop with tha clear
I bang in your ear
I shed so many tears
I bang R.
block off
Tha Yungstar ain't gone play
I gotsta come thru
Gotta borrow mary j
Gots to pop with tha clear
I bang in your ear
I shed so many tears
I bang R.
a buck with me
Bitch, your baby daddy still
Can't fuck with me
Made eighty racks yesterday
But I put up fifty
Yachty pulled up with the hoes
He got a whole
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