Lyrics

You know, everybody has a story (True, true) Lemme tell you a lil story about this guy (Okay) Goes by the name of um 2z (2z?) Yeah, Yeah, that's it! (What kinda fucking name is 2z?) A lot of motherfuckers hate this guy I mean a lot Mama can I get the new Jordan 4's? Pissing me off, she kept telling me no So I went out and got them on my own I was only 15, but I thought I was grown I was 15 fucking bitches in college Go to they dorm and I go through they wallets Circle got smaller 'cause niggas wasn't solid You only yo dawgs when they hands in yo pockets You niggas changing on gang for the pussy You gotta give her some brain for the pussy Tired of niggas tryna take me for pussy We do not hang with lames or pussies Half of my m' fucking family was addicts Half of my m' fucking partners was trappin' My mama didn't raise up no bitch so what's happening? Bitch I'm from dallas, I ball like a Maverick I looked at my mama and lil sister face I promise I can't let 'em down I looked all my niggas in all of their faces I told 'em we ain't backing down Cause once we get up there I promise you niggar It ain't no coming back down I'm sorry your honor I'm telling the truth I wasn't even in town Roll up the gas and bag up the regional Watch how I tax it like I'm Uncle Sam How you gon hate me you still buying grams Goofy ass nigga I smoke out a pound My brothers keeper I promise I am We always fightin like Martin and Pam Flip through that money I love how it sound That pussy go I love how it sound Okay you go and do this, well I'mma go and do that Texas we been on that drank, now everybody sip ac Half of these Industry niggas is bitches I call these niggas some brats You only heard if I'm telling the truth Nigga this straight facts Niggas this straight gas I'm counting straight cash Yea ya music straight my nigga I meant to say straight ass Just picked up a freak hoe Has to get my rocks off She told me my feet ugly I still fuck with my socks off I don't care what these hoes think I don't care what these niggas think I smoke me a raw cone I pour me a raw drank Before you run in this trap house Nigga you better rethink Yeah I'm on that mob shit Throw his ass in that fish tank
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Anjelo Zimmerle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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