Lyrics

Yea click On the other line dat was yo bitch Mike Vick Niggas know been a dog wit dis shit How da fuck You go put a puddle up wit a pit I'm da shit, all i know is hoopers and dem convicts I been getting to dis bread I'm just getting to dis money, i ain't laughing, ain't shit funny I been sleeping on da floor I been going door to door Don't touch yo profit let it grow, Don't smoke yo profit, let it show I'm smoking broccoli fasho Dey sell dat gas like Texaco I'm tired of fucking wit dese hoes I can't do dat shit nomo I just need me one down bitch Pretty slim brown bitch, one dats gon keep me grounded Used to bring my yea ina crib till moms found it Yea bitch we bout it Whole squad verified Nigga look you in yo eyes I could tell you terrified Bitch ass hoe nigga Never could flow nigga Hit the studio, engineer telling you go home nigga Never followed flows i just learn to be my own nigga Yea I'm just feeling like Hov mixed wit da old Jigga Niggas taking all these shots, but i ain't talking bout no liquor Nigga try and take his shot, just to crop me out the picture I got a magazine for every fucking issue witcha Niggas talking stupid we might have to come and getcha Stop and pop And Dey won't miss ya, Dey got ammo like militias wait Yea click On the other line dat was yo bitch Mike Vick Niggas know been a dog wit dis shit How da fuck You go put a puddle up wit a pit I'm da shit, all i know is hoopers and dem convicts I been getting to dis bread I'm just getting to dis money, i ain't laughing, ain't shit funny I been sleeping on da floor I been going door to door Don't touch yo profit let it grow, Don't smoke yo profit, let it show I'm smoking broccoli fasho I been sleeping on da floor I been going door to door Don't touch yo profit let it grow, Don't smoke yo profit, let it show I'm smoking broccoli fasho I'm just booling wit gang Free my niggas out dem chains I ain't fucking wit no lames FU FU niggas fucked da game, witchu reppin, wat yu bang On dat corner, wat yu slang, Dem people catch yu, yu go sing, i ain't have a fucking thing A real nigga i remain Yu can't really say da same I ain't never fucking change Niggas hating early morning, we go call em Charlemagne Pull yo piece, yu better bang Pull yo piece, yu better bang I got it locked like wedding rings
Writer(s): Bruce Murray Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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