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(Yeah!) (Dre did it) Hey what you doin' with that dope if you ain't sellin' that, you heard? Got some young nigga pull up and sat some Hellcats on the curb We got whatever you need, if you shoppin' we gon' serve Feed the J's now they get greedy, turn the trap up like a perch They know I'm hell when I'm well, well I'm well now I got some bills 'round my neck go bring the scale out We makin' sales we can't tell nobody our whereabouts Bro sittin' in the jail, we gon' go and tear the jail down Cook it then remix it then go flip it, turn it to somethin' 20 freaky bitches, Airbnb, they tryna fuck somethin' 20 niggas with me, bet a nigga I ain't gon' touch one 'Cause there's 20 firearms and everybody ready to bust one Bitch I hang with hustlers, we workin' these hoes While I rock out the crowd they sellin' pussy at my shows I'm smellin' like Dior I got 'em grabbin' on my clothes Don't leave nothin' in my cup, I drink it up every time I pose Lights, camera, action grab the camera make a movie Percy in the system that why she been feelin' groovy Bankroll in my pocket that bitch thicker than big Judy She talkin' 'bout she like me, hit it all the time from groupies, ya heard? Hey what you doin' with that dope if you ain't sellin' that, you heard? Got some young nigga pull up and sat some Hellcats on the curb We got whatever you need, if you shoppin' we gon' serve Feed the J's now they get greedy, turn the trap up like a perch They know I'm hell when I'm well, well I'm well now I got some bills 'round my neck go bring the scale out We makin' sales we can't tell nobody our whereabouts Bro sittin' in the jail, we gon' go and tear the jail down We hate to grab them firearms 'cause it get violent Came here to perform don't make my clique shoot up the party White bitches love me, mosh pit they goin' gnarly That ass fake but shawty still thick call her a Barbie Never met a street nigga like me 'cause I just started She said she couldn't tell I was a beast 'cause I'm too charmin' Up turned into trap, he got that super soft like Charmin Security's just a cover up we still move like the army Net be up on super soak, walk in and it start stormin', ya heard? Send shots inside the crowd don't do no warnings, ya heard? The deal done I rock expensive garments, ya heard? Get a valet extra tell them pull the cars on the curb Hey what you doin' with that dope if you ain't sellin' that, you heard? Got some young nigga pull up and sat some Hellcats on the curb We got whatever you need, if you shoppin' we gon' serve Feed the J's now they get greedy, turn the trap up like a perch They know I'm hell when I'm well, well I'm well now I got some bills 'round my neck go bring the scale out We makin' sales we can't tell nobody our whereabouts Bro sittin' in the jail, we gon' go and tear the jail down (Yeah!)
Writer(s): Keshawn Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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