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Aye Niggas gonna talk all the hard shit, all they what, nigga (Larry Kwak) Niggas know what sub with me and my house though Aye We could have been posted a picture for T dot, nigga, that's on my mama What you call the guy got hit in his gangster grill, like he was DJ Drama I was on that block where boy got hit in this top, trying to pick up his toddler We was laughing at that shit all night, like we have no problems When I came home I jumped right back in my bag, said to them, I'm coming Niggas screaming Loyalty but switched off gang just for them dollars Niggas hit our main block and post a sub like they got us Nigga hide your wife and kids, before we hit that baby shower Ain't no fun if we can hit your car and get our gas Heard they banned me out of starlets, I can't throw no cash in there Opps baby mommas pulled up, heard she's shaking the ass in there Made a trip to Atlantis, told bro let's go throw some bands in there I can't have no fun up in my city, 12 be on my dick They know how I'm coming in my city, we play with them sticks We find that that boy up in that club, we still send the blitz Police outside right in front that club but that boy still got hit Shit, when I was broke, I had to figure it out (figure it out) Get a job, hustle or scam, I had to consider her out (consider her out) My pops was raising the man. I couldn't just sit on the couch (sit on the couch) By the time I hit 13, I knew how to back up an ounce (ha hello) Bro, where you at? I'm in the ghetto Exactly where? I'm at stiletto Don't you tri with JJ and dotti it we situaty You know I got my metal Ain't no talking no moment this shit gets stitchy I'm up in that bitch on a level All my niggas on gangster timing We ain't gonna stop till the beep get settled We could have been posted a picture for T dot, nigga, that's on my mama What you call the guy got hit in his gangster grill, like he was DJ Drama I was on that block where boy got hit in this top, trying to pick up his toddler We was laughing at that shit all night, like we have no problems When I came home I jumped right back in my bag, said to them, I'm coming Niggas screaming loyalty but switched off gang just for them dollars Niggas hit our main block and post a sub like they got us Nigga hide your wife and kids before we hit that baby shower (aye, aye, aye, ah)
Writer(s): Chad Marshall, Lauren Abramson, Malikov Bulat Radikovich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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