Paroles

Ey, okay We had to weed out the fake (bitch) Lil bitch Welcome back though If it ain't real, I ain't fucking wit you (fucking wit you) If you ain't up on the field, I ain't fucking wit you (bitch) If it ain't about a deal, I ain't fucking wit you (fucking wit you) If it ain't about a mill, I ain't fucking wit you Boy, If you ain't real, I ain't fucking wit you (fucking wit you) If you ain't up on the field, I ain't fucking wit you (Fucking wit you) If it ain't about the deal, I ain't fucking wit you (fucking wit you) If it ain't about a mill, I ain't fucking wit you Shit is real now, my cousin need that appeal now 15 years he's asking me wit a deal now It's fake to me See you foos is just a snake to me I hate you muthafuckers and don't ever be mistaken me Die slow, middle finger to five-O I never put my faith in the op or a lying hoe I used to be a wino, now I sip the liquor I smoke a couple blunts and see which one would hit me quicker I'm real bitch, I'm yelling out fuck a deal bitch I'll always have my fans by my side, so I'm still rich I'm locced out You muthafuckers is smoked out And I will never change you lil bitch until I'm maxed out If it ain't real, I ain't fucking wit you (fucking wit you) If you ain't up on the field, I ain't fucking wit you (aye) If it ain't about a deal, I ain't fucking wit you (fucking wit you) If it ain't about a mill, I ain't fucking wit you Boy, If you ain't real, I ain't fucking wit you (fucking wit you) If you ain't up on the field, I ain't fucking wit you (I ain't fucking wit you) If it ain't about the deal, I ain't fucking wit you (aye) If it ain't about a mill, I ain't fucking wit you My game is stone cold, something rocky Something you can't copy I'll pull up on your bitch wit a stick Something stocky Please don't try to stop me And lord please be my witness I strike a hater down Then I'll bet you for forgiveness I'm just trying to get my money My brother said I could do this He told me "you got talent muthafucker, do not lose it" I'm a gangsta muthafucka I represent the click 2400 tiny gangstas that's what it is Went from busted down whips To busted down wrists Homies busted upstate For busting them clips See I got no time to lose Cause losing will be the death of me Fuck you all you snakes, you will never get the best of me If it ain't real, I ain't fucking wit you (fucking wit you) If you ain't up on the field, I ain't fucking wit you (aye) If it ain't about a deal, I ain't fucking wit you (fucking wit you) If it ain't about a mill, I ain't fucking wit you Boy, If you ain't real, I ain't fucking wit you (fucking wit you) If you ain't up on the field, I ain't fucking wit you (aye) If it ain't about the deal, I ain't fucking wit you (fucking wit you) If it ain't about a mill, I ain't fucking wit you (bitch) Aye, yo I really think we told em on this one hundo Fuck these snake muthafuckers H-F 2
Writer(s): Randall Scott King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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