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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Stalin
J. Stalin
Performer
Too $hort
Too $hort
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jovan Smith
Jovan Smith
Songwriter
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Songwriter

Letras

Nah, I ain't trying to dance nigga fuck that I done popped all these pills so where the love at Where the bad bitches and the drugs at Fuck that, I'm trying to bring hot street back This molly got me hard as the concrete My bitch call me Too $hort she know I been a freak Where your friend at I need a two-piece Put that pussy on my hair like a cuffie Girl that ass so big and it juicy Throw that pussy at me ain't gotta give me a roofie I ain't got a lot of manners so excuse me Fuck my dick, you can have it bitch use me I don't give a fuck about no motherfucking floozy Fuck you, I'm a dog like Snoopy Bitch, your niggas dumb and they goofy And I ain't never give a fuck about a groupie I don't care if you owe me a dollar nigga fuck that Think I'm playin' bout money I be right back That peace talk, I don't wanna hear none of that Niggas think I'm playing, nigga fuck that (fuck that) Fuck that (fuck that), fuck that (fuck that) Niggas think I'm playing nigga fuck that That peace talk I don't wanna hear none of that Niggas think I'm playing I be right back Nigga I be right back like I never left Smith & Wess with a teflon on my chest All that arguing about who the best Hands down niggas know he coming out the West Bullets tearing through the flesh of you bitch niggas I had the undertaker dig a ditch nigga Livewire, the game run it with an iron fist nigga I ain't worried about nothing but my chips nigga Big banger, big bezel on my wrist nigga Everytime I speak you with the thoughts of a drug dealer Real nigga, horny motherfucker, pussy killer Stop trying to treat me like I'm Tito when I'm Mike nigga Busting down bands, going shopping with my white niggas I get real skrilla, your bitch think I'm Godzilla Slide through, shoot shit up on the (?) Told 'em I be right back, you ain't even know nigga Fuck the economy, fuck hard time Fuck what your going through, gimme all mine Every dime, you dreaming bout a brand new whip What you finna flip, we'll take that shit, bitch Trying to creep through the town See your picture in the paper when we lay your ass down Cause you ain't nothing but a clown Another dead body was found Is it true? Was it you? What them niggas do? Fuck with Short Dogg, motherfucker you through All you fake niggas gonna get it one day Owing people money you don't ever wanna pay Now they wanna kill you, they can't wait It's the money or your life, it's too late Can't pay 'em next week, or turn back time Ned to stop being stupid and learn how to grind, BITCH
Writer(s): Dontrell Mayfield, Kenneth Tullis Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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