Lyrics:
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix!
Badazz, Savage live, Fox-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya heard me
We
[Master P]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we late night creep
See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on
And at the side shows cars
and the game y'all
Do me a favor, don't ever play with my ball
Never been a player-hater I just ain't playing with y'all
You watching lame but look I'm taking
toes
That's like twenty points and twenty rebounds
That's a double double (You a fool)
We double up like that man, Mid-West connect
You know what it
both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, but
We in the middle of whole foods, and those fools
Ain't supposed to beef, but
This a public service announcement
Yall can grab yo purses n bounce with
Bounce with us baby
The remix
If my boss hears, it won't matter because I
even celebrate Trey's birthday
Without somebody saying he's legacy init
Approaching me with some bullshit gimmicks, you fools
I heard man say lyrically
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
to pass em by cause it really wasn't my thing
Now don't you want to scream it like you mean it
To them fools who said I couldn't do it
The ones that said
again?
(Sshh. The Bullets man.)
Yea right, right.
So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin,
this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on,
tell me, I
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
fuck with these fake niggas man
I just I really can't fuckin stand they ass
These haters can't even get a crumb off the plate
They stressed all day while
And let them haters do dey job
I pledge allegiance to ambitions of my damn self
To be successful without depending on handouts
Hustler creed is by plenty
and just go another route
I just wanna run up on my haters and blow they brains out
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna spazz out
I just wanna take my
missteps led me to making my mistakes,
God I love me a sample,
An open book at its finest,
Man I love me a gamble,
A shot in the dark at its blindest,
her friend that's a very cheap fix
And with this rap shit bitch I'm John Cena you can't see this
I'm in the booth talking crazy by myself fuck a remix
ago
Everyone else got a path and you gotta find your own
At first it came to me by surprise
Didn't matter to me though, I'm twice as nice
And haters
Making money ain't no limit, gotta get these fucking digits
Man im on a money mission, getting the green like spinach
Big ole haters time to talk to em,
like this
They wanna ride, wanna roll
Yeah they wanna dip
Fascinated by the heat with the extra clip
'Cause it's sittin' in the middle
When we take
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
flexing on niggas but nah that ain't what I came here for
Pack so loud my nigga I literally bring the noise
My haters got alot to be thankful for
My name in
Pimp C
I can never let a hater get me
I can never buy no bad dope
I can never let a nigga mix me
In the only dj I know
Everybody yellin remix in da
Tempted cleverly with outlets of the energy I waste
Wrong investments where my energy was placed
All these haters wanna cop the image by the memory they
Sometimes, it feels like
They watching me
Why the Fuck am I tripping
Look at the way that I'm living
Look at the gift I was giving
Man, I'm
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