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(Goin' back and forth with no pussy ass nigga) The big whoop (20 hunnid for you) Ain't no need to check the score, bitch, I'ma keep scorin' I get money and go home, bitch, my life boring Mama want me to quit the lean, but I'ma keep pourin' Got an automated 12-gauge, look like a leaf blower Outta town with my buster on, bitch, I'm from Detroit I got some white boys that really 'bout it, they on Ecourse You ain't got no money in your pockets, what you asleep for? I-75 fucked up, I had to detour Big ass diamonds in my ear, look like a keloid Fuck around and buy your mama house, gon' be her landlord (yeah) Trap just put the whole cup on my concourse I got money, but ain't ever got no time for it She gave me her brain, so I see what's on her mind for She don't fuck with rappers, they be cappin' they be lyin' to her Bitch, I'm really active, I'm in traffic, I be flyin' to it You can do whatever, 'long as you put your mind to it I'm done smokin' weed, sippin' lean, bitch I'm focused My niggas on that tip, you better watch how you approach us Them sticks in the whip, but we got out with them pokers Wearin' brass knuckles, I'll leave your shit open Nigga I'm the don, I don't never need no coachin' Prezi on my arm, I ain't never did no voting I feel like niggas owe me, better come up off them tokens Firebomb your studio, I'II leave that bitch smokin' Snatch a nigga out his pickup truck like Hulk Hogan Beat him in his legs with a bat, 'til they broken (yeah) I'ma keep my foot on they necks while they chokin' I make all my hoes bring me a check like I'm pimpin' I might put a hunnid on my neck 'cause I'm ignant Once you on that side, you better steady, you can't fix it You been beggin' me to shoot this bitch, you better not miss it They got my nigga locked up, I need to pay my dawg a visit I come a long way from fuckin' with you lame bitches I got a group of white boys that like to hang niggas I used to treat your pussy ass like a gang member I finna split your shit 'cause I got a bad temper Boogie man goin' up top, why you think he came with us? Nigga, you ain't gang-gang You ain't from no gang with us It was me and Go's son out with the Johnny Cage niggas Pussy ass frozed up like you was on the stage nigga Word through the grape vine, I heard you sayin' you made niggas Bought that little ass chain, but you ain't never paid, niggas You was my brother, I ain't gon' kill you, we can catch the fade, nigga Beat you in the waves, nigga You gon' need some braids, nigga Better get out my way, nigga Get hit with a stray, nigga I walk through with eight niggas I be with them apes, nigga Nigga, the fuck is you talkin' about? Big ape shit, nigga The big, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop Y'all niggas hoes, we ain't, we up, you're not Let's get it, bitch Whoop
Writer(s): Martain Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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