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People watchin' you, and they see you (see you) Come up, like you feel me, I never faked it, ever (ever) You know what I'm saying? When I was down, I was down As I'm comin' up, I'm comin' up (comin' up) (Great John on the beat, by the way) Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang Fuck with the gang, gang, gang Fuck with the gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, ayy, gang, gang Fuck with the gang, gang, gang Look, nigga's playin' disrespect (niggas playin' disrespect) We gon' catch 'em, we gon' do it to 'em Nigga's gerbers, we the vets (nigga's gerbers, we the vets) I'ma show 'em, I'ma prove it to 'em Still duckin' courts and the D.A Look, niggas gon' see how we play In the spot's where my music on replay, yeah, always lit for the DJ Givin' out shots, nigga, who want it? The game on lock, they know who run it Two, three shots, huh (two, three shots) The two, three shots had the crew runnin' Winners Circle winnin'-winnin' Please don't confuse the business with the sinnin' Look, bend the corner, get to spinnin' Please do not try the beefin' without chicken, look She wanna dance and shit, huh (she wanna dance and shit) But I do not dance, I tote chops Ooh, hol' on They know my timin' with no clock And we ain't showin' no remorse, huh Catch him lackin', it's gon' be a body And we ain't showin' no remorse (we ain't showin' no remorse), look Catch him lackin', it's gon' be a body I broke her back in the Maybach Shawty horny, she told me to lay back Love my style, so they rate that Run up on me, I'm pushin' the wig back She just gon' let me hit it 'cause she heard about me Heard I'm getting money, that's facts Bitch, we the littest niggas in the city We don't gotta brag upon it, that's that Checkin' the sound, they know I started it She wanna hang, hang like an ornament, huh Huh, we gon' get more than lit She expensive, so I'm affordin' it Tell them niggas, "Get up with me", hol' on Niggas hidin', niggas iffy, hol'on We been bringin' out the city, hol'on We been bringin' out the biddies She wanna dance and shit, huh (she wanna dance and shit) But I do not dance, I tote chops Ooh, hol' on They know my timin' with no clock And we ain't showin' no remorse, huh Catch him lackin', it's gon' be a body And we ain't showin' no remorse, look Catch him lackin', it's gon' be a body She wanna dance and shit, huh But I do not dance, I tote chops Ooh, hol' on They know my timin' with no clock And we ain't showin' no remorse, huh Catch him lackin', it's gon' be a body And we ain't showin' no remorse, look Catch him lackin', it's gon' be a body (Look, catch him lackin', it's gon' be a body)
Writer(s): Michael Williams, Karel Jorge, Johnathan Scott, Iker Sevilla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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