Lyrics

I been dat nigga ever since my mama water broke Over my family dat choppa blow wit a lotta smoke It aint no stoppin so tell yo bitch is on da flo Said im goin postal im vocal pushin this envelope I'm from a section where niggas pressin for what they reppin Gotta keep protection da streets be testin we need progression Gotta be invested wit these investments to beat depression Betta keep yo leverage den keep it stepin den repeat the method Yea city of champs get yo banners up I lil niggas these rappers go get yo status up Give a fuck what they doing got get yo baggage up Ima shine for them dark moments look I can't have enough Yea gotta show um that its more then rap Been a real nigga but really aint no award for that Play wit mah peace of mind ill go to war for dat How ever you niggas wanna do it bitch i'm wit all a that Das how im comin bitch Im on da way They say that I couldn't den I did it in they face I just want da dollars I aint in it for da fame She gone get it if I say cuh dat really aint yo bae Put it on mah taste buds sit it on a plate She mah lil freak at da endin of da day Ima need a hunnit million sittin inda bank Need hunnit million sittin inda bank yea yea You see me thuggin bitch I do it wit ease Slidin wit yb feelin coo in da breeze Puttin on for mah people what I do for the Teez And a real nigga always gone do what I please Stay firm police a neva knew what I seen Speak in code really they'll neva knew what I mean Lil baby want a ring I see you as my mah queen But shootin dice only thing I ever do on my knees Listen aye aint talkin money den ya lost me Street nigga look both way before ya cross me Snow flake up on her wrist it lookin frosty Big burkin bag on mah bitch she lookin bossy Hater get up off me really they wanna stress me Neva be a bitch my hood would neva let me Jesus on da piece I sneeze he wanna bless me Keep it on a nigga dese suckas a neva get me Das how im comin bitch Im on da way They say that I couldn't den I did it in they face I just want da dollars I aint in it for da fame She gone get it if I say cuh dat really aint yo bae Put it on mah taste buds sit it on a plate She mah lil freak at da endin of da day Ima need a hunnit million sittin inda bank Need a hunnit million sittin inda bank yea yea
Writer(s): Tevita Vaka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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