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(Yeah...) (Yeah...) Call it whatever you call it, but you don't know 'bout me Nigga My Nigga's that drive on this bew shit Don't make me show you lil' Nigga's I ain't got time for this shit now I'm putting money down, ain't no lil' Nigga worried 'bout Paper and pussy my only route I'm on my shit now Fuck it, I'll hold my whole city down Fuck how ya'll Nigga's feeling I'll know ya'll lil' Niggas finish Hop up on you and your partner Right out the roove with the choppa' Straight out the noofe I throw up them signs Come fuck up your silent Step out a Porche Your bitches they mine I fuck up they mind I know ya'll Nigga's dont fuck with me I keep two bad bitches that fuck with me Fuck ya'll Nigga's don't fuck with me I know my city gon' fuck with me Killa's on deck I say go Ain't no controlling these Nigga's Killa's all up in your crib now What's with the shit now My Nigga's will lay your whole crib down I'm starving my Nigga Fuck being famous my Nigga I just want the paper my Nigga Been on the ground, bitch I've been over do Hopped on New Charolotte and then got the juice Don' tres when I pull up no safety came on that burna' Give me space I do numbers promoter's hate I got one up Peel like away Nigga hold up I gave Nigga's 'round here reason and shit I made Nigga's rhyme and believe in my shit And I don't ever plan on leaving this bitch I keep seeing this bitch It's just me and this bitch hey I know ya'll Nigga's dont fuck with me I keep two bad bitches that fuck with me Fuck ya'll Nigga's don't fuck with me I know my city gon' fuck with me yeah
Writer(s): King Tha, Joseph Hodges Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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