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Aye, aye bitch, try this Guaranteed to turn a square to a bi bitch You ain't down, b-b-bye bitch I ain't got time for playing, I'm just saying man We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function I ain't got time for playing, I'm just saying man We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function I ain't got time for playing, I'm just saying man We out here trying to function I slid into the function (the throw) Looking hella dipped (saucy) Lit like a strobe light (like a strobe light?) Hella diamonds on my wrist (bling!) You can call me your highness cause I'm hella high in this Play with their mind like a shrink like I'm a psychiatrist No dryness, I make your chick hella climax, scream Even nicer wet, she telling me that I'm the best You don't want her, I'll take her off your hands and do you a favour You might not regret it now but you gon'a regret it later I'm about my paper, stapler right on the side of my hip In case a hater want it, in case he decide to trip Platinum planning, shipping and handling, see these are digital sales Used to push E up from the scale but now it's legitimate skrill You ain't understand it, that this game evolved from the heels Vallejo Cali RB the H-I double L's Don't compare me to niggas, I'm the last of my kind Get forever through these bars, ever lasting my grind If it ain't about money, then you wasting my time Mix the molly with the liquor now get out of your mind Gotta do is one for the town, it's town business I don't even fuck with these clowns, the clown niggas In the city where the dealers go broke they turn killers And all the bad bitches got all the hoes they like niggas In the city where we gonna do broke, we like figures Get that bag then we going to work like Jay Bilas We out here tryna function, tryna maintain They said to don't judge me, told the judge the same thang So guess who is up in the club with the four nickel Man I stay on the point like icicle If I die tonight bring me back at the Coachella Sick and tired of killing these hoes, I'm that nigga Look, got bad bitches, they ratchet Bet the ding make them sing like an ad-lib And all this money watch me flip it like a back flip I'mma go to work on a pussy no practice Ha, I'm a real niggas in the photo Bottles in the air, we don't care about no ho, no ho Yeah, shout out my nigga dilo Girl I know you want to but I need about 3-4 Yeah, pretty girls in the crib I know they all models, that's just how a nigga live I'm like whoa, when she do the splits And when she throw it back nigga don't act like a bitch! My niggas in the club with the 40 We just showed up with E-40, we like what's happening woadie? In the function ain't a competition, killing opponents And I be killing the pussy but this is just for the moment, yikes Rocking the roller, 'til 5 in the morning She popping the pill, then she busting it open Like bitch try this, I'm a high risk A bank roll, 4-5-6 She chasing the act, with a clip in the mac For my Oakland niggas that be pimping the rap I'm a New York nigga with a bailey Kept it in the hood, fuck the mainstream Wrist rocky, I'm talking Adrian Me and 40 run opponent like the A train Man we out here tryna function, fuck all the fuck shit Rip it off the rack, fuck what it cost ya, Montana Real nigga from born day 42 10 hoes to your soirée Whole team in this hole looking saucy Bitches off the molly, my niggas on the Marley Hold up, we out here tryna function bitch All this jewellery a nigga got from hustling bitch Got them thank pass coming through custom bitch See the money on the table no touching it, what else? Cafe, I'm the pimp of the decade, yeah Young g's write about me in they essay Kill Def Jams, in my Cool-Js Have my paper or they mopping up your cule I like Yokos, them live hoes Beat it up, beat it up, make em my hoes It's bossed up on the east side Dubs up, that's how them G's rock, shakedown
Writer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Jermaine Denny, Christopher Maurice Brown, Jay W. Jenkins, Karim Kharbouch, Jason L. Martin, Marquise Jawon Simms Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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