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Yeah, yeah, yeah, good morning Big old Grizzly gang (Helluva made the beat, baby) Frost on my Rollie like grass in the morning I'on fuck with him, he try to shake my hand, I'ma hoe him Paranoid, reachin' for your pants, I might smoke you I'on fuck with her, only hit her line when I'm horny Gucci raincoat that look like money when it's stormy (okay) Wake up on Chanel, I look like money in the morning I get fresh for nothing, look like money when I'm pointless (okay) I keep buying pointers, riding thousand horses, yeah I won't let a nigga check me Won't ever let a nigga disrespect me (okay) That bitch fuckin' soon as she met me Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't fuck with her because she nasty But I fuck with her because she nasty All in public, she know how to keep it classy Yeah, yeah, yeah A fucked up predicament is what you put yo'self in Nigga look like he gon' snitch, I pull that bitch on my mans (on God) You was down, they was up, niggas really ain't your kin (uh-uh) You could be a real nigga, dig deep, look within (huh) Benihana grub, look like camels hump (rush hour) I can't fit no guns in this Lambo' truck (no) Hmm, spent another dub, bitch, I ran it up (huh) Your bitch fell in love, she can't stand no scrubs I'd say this Rolex was twenty-eight thousand (huh) Whole kit cost a nigga house, yes If I drop another chain, you can't doubt that Caught a nigga baby mama in the mousetraps Me and Tee same song, easy two mil' Wait 'til I really turn up, that's 'bout two bil' Hit the club, fuck it up, never too pill I got a hundred on before I sign my new deal (on God) I might eat your bitch pussy with my new grill (yeah) Or put this Roxy in her booty, how this blue feel? (Bitch) Snort a line of top xan off this new seal (ooh, ooh) 30 clip, HD, Jerry P, new feel I won't let a nigga check me (that's a fact) Won't ever let a nigga disrespect me (that's a fact) That bitch fuckin' soon as she met me (on God) Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't fuck with her because she nasty But I fuck with her because she nasty All in public, she know how to keep it classy Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
Writer(s): Martin Mccurtis, Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr., Casada Sorrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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