Lyrics

Yea I'm tired of all these fake ass, Frontin' ass, fuck boy ass niggas man It's time to put these niggas in they place man Lord Divine let's go! These niggas fake all these niggas fake Make a lil' money now they all up in your face Tryin' to get your riches, they seen all your pictures Poppin' them bottles I'm a million dollar nigga AYE! These niggas fake all these niggas fake Make a lil' money now they all up in your face Tryin' to get your riches, they seen all your pictures Poppin' them bottles I'm a million dollar nigga AYE! These niggas hating (hating), outside the club they waitin'(waitin) They wanna rob me for my jewels They wanna try my patience (my patience) But I'm erasin' (erasin) and sending niggas straight to Satan (satan) With no probation they hell bound I hit these niggas wit 100 rounds No smiles now Boom, boom, boom I laid them down I'mma Bronx nigga til the death of me (death of me) Street nigga no Sesame (Sesame) Keep the 4-5 right next to me Pop a nigga if he test me Then I ride out to the hideout Wit a bad bitch wanna wild out I'm a beast nigga I know it (know it) Ya baby momma is in my sauna Yea nigga I'm wit the drama and the homa Infrared beam on the llama Bulletproof car like Obama Fuck the karma Hit that nigga while he wit his kids? Nah man I may let him live Walked up in the club Shook hands wit thugs Got bodies under my belt and I ain't need no help But don't make me call Cease Y'all niggas know what it be's Murder, murder, murder if ya niggas fuck wit me AYE! I'm in the club everybody show me love Them niggas over there mad man but I don't give a fuck nigga I'm doing me 100 bands on me I make it rain in this bitch like my name is Big Meech We here 4 cars deep in case niggas want beef I still follow by the laws that apply to these streets Niggas watching my gram but really not my fans A nigga blow your brains out the first chance he can So I keep the hollows in the F and N For fake niggas and fake friends The ones that got that mask on Ready to get my blast on And sing this nigga his last song Hit him in his head his mask gone That money that you took ain't last long So now you in the grave where you belong These niggas fake all you niggas fake Make a lil' money now they all up in your face Tryin' to get your riches, they seen all your pictures Poppin' them bottles I'm a million dollar nigga WOAH! These niggas fake all these niggas fake Make a lil' money now they all up in your face Tryin' to get your riches, they seen all your pictures Poppin' them bottles I'm a million dollar nigga AYE! These niggas fake all these niggas fake Make a lil' money now they all up in your face Tryin' to get your riches, they seen all your pictures Poppin' them bottles I'm a million dollar nigga AYE! Yea no more fake shit We gon keep it real No more fake shit Always keep it real No more fake shit Keep it real No more fake shit Keep it real No more fake shit Keep it real No more fake shit No more fake shit Yea No more fake shit Yea No more fake shit Yea Yea
Writer(s): Jory Rogers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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