Lyrics

Damn you done came up short again, ain't uh 'Cause yo homeboy fought again, ain't uh But is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door Say that the jackers kickin' yo hoe Please give me the reason I'm fiendin' to know Why cheese missin' in my flow Givin' low Z's for the four when the price is usually eight Just keepin' it real You was gettin' half off and still came up a few grands short Listen to you brag about yo days in the past When you was gettin' paid livin' lavish But that was way in the 70's It's the best you pay me my fetti 'Fore they find yo brain the a chevy All over the radio and ceiling And I'ma hate it for your children When my AK sprays wit yo dome Cerebellum all over the passenger seat Leavin' you dead Wit' lead in yo head In yo red candy apple capris If you out there and you owe me Or been scared to get my fetti Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it You besta slow yo roll, boy Or be found dead in yo Chevy If you out there and you owe me Or been scared to get my fetti Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it You besta slow yo roll boy Or be found dead in yo Chevy Wuz up, big mouth, big talk, big game I ain't Pastor Troy but it ain't no play, it ain't no game Wit' a nigga like you runnin' around town actin' bulletproof Be the one that get got get shot I got a big ole gun and I'll use it too Fool, don't play dumb, don't say, "Sean what you talkin' about" 'Cause I'm talkin' about this hoe I'm fuckin' Same hoe you lustin' You hate that don't ya, umm humm Damn let me 'bout to nut up Uh uh, okay, wuz up, shut up 'Cause you ain't on my level You cubic zirconia guess who the bezzle She be lickin' on the head and my Peter While you be beggin' to eat her Better know yo role When I get pissed off then the four four blows And when the glock click hot shot spit Then these hoes know If you out there and you owe me Or been scared to get my fetti Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it You besta slow yo roll, boy Or be found dead in yo Chevy If you out there and you owe me Or been scared to get my fetti Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it You besta slow yo roll boy Or be found dead in yo Chevy Dead in yo Chevy, dead in yo Chevy If you out there and you owe me Or been scared to get my fetti Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it You besta slow yo roll, boy Or be found dead in yo Chevy If you out there and you owe me Or been scared to get my fetti Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it You besta slow yo roll, boy Or be found dead in yo Chevy Dead in yo Chevy, dead in yo Chevy If you out there and you owe me Or been scared to get my fetti Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it You besta slow yo roll, boy Or be found dead in yo Chevy If you out there and you owe me Or been scared to get my fetti Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it
Writer(s): Shawn Johnson, Sidney Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Amin Anwar Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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