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Gimmie the loot Que pasa amigo, I'm back in it bitch If the head game is right and the pussy feel good throw a rack at that bitch Walk in the club with a strap in that bitch Niggas they shoot like Iraq in that bitch I peel off in a Thunderbird up in Johannesburg on a giraffe with this African bitch Came from the bottom my Grandmama house I'm funeral fresh get the cameras out Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the floor, we went wild in that ho just like Animal House Eatin' up rappers, the cannibal's out Bust off in your bitch while she laying on your couch I get head in whip while driving that bitch she caressing my dick and my hands in her blouse You think they're homies they sexting her in My homeboy just died motherfuck a new friend One day you here then the next day you gone we still mourning my nigga so fuck your new Benz I'm drinking again trying to mask all the pain My high coming down Imma crash, go insane Party for now, get the money my nigga cause one day they might come and bash in your brains We up in this bitch, Just got paid Got this drank in my cup, nigga just got straight We been on it all night, I don't know about you I'm on that B.I.G. shit, BITCH YOU BETTER HAVE MY LOOT Yeah, Eastside nigga to the day Im in the pinebox This marri-ja-wanna make a motherfuckers mind stop Eyes redder than the cyclops, might throw a bitch ass nigga out a skybox Three stripes on my high-tops You ain't got no fucking Jarren in your iPod? BECKY, MY GOD I bet you won't lick a pussy while I watch So high its like Im sitting over Jupiter Getting money they gon' think I worship Lucifer Being broke was never cool to us, feet glued to the concrete, you ain't moving us Your favorite rapper just a fairy tale, nigga mad cause I knew his girlfriend very well She let me fuck her on the Ferris wheel, hit South Beach and got head while I parasail I never paid for the hair and nails Vodka got the room spinning like a carousel I'm harder than the bitch trying to parallel park a Mack truck for the pump I keep a pair of shells You can find me in the ATL, might tear the fucking club up like a ACL Nigga still going crazy thank God for rap money now it's fuck you pay me
Writer(s): Kamall Fareed, Osten Harvey, Chris Martin, Tyrone Taylor, Christopher Wallace, Trevor Smith, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Bryan Higgins, Parker Chylow, Keith Elam, James Jackson, Fred Scruggs, Kirk Jones, Malik Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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