Bout It
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Uh, what's good nigga Been about it, been about it, 'bout it Been about it, been about it Been about it, 'bout it F*ck F*ck yo' printer nigga Been around Been around Been around Been around I been about it, been about it Been about it, 'bout it Uh Yuh I been around the world in a minute And still ain't never seen nobody realer than the realest You really ready to kill it when I step inside the buildin' You feel it. If not than you never gonna be willin' To level with me I'm rippin' through rebels And many chicks, it's inevitable I'm kickin' The illest shit ever witnessed You better be on your pimpin' shit You tryna' take your girl back Young nigga but I bet he make the world mad Good kid with a pad in the burlap No shit, gotta ask who heard that Big tits and an ass make my nerves wrack Fly nigga, yea the bird is the word man Now everybody wanna ball But really ain't even got enough education To get 'em an occupation in the fuckin' mall And they still like "Mo-f*ck 'em all" But they still makin' payments on the car But they tryna' get another one tomorrow But I bet they make 'em look brand new At the dealership, when yo' ass gets laid off And now everybody wanna call But never even really took the time To listen to the rhymes I was comin' with at all Each mixtape, put a link on ya' wall Had posters on the bathroom stall New fanbase really like each fall But, you was always too busy Tryna impress all the people you hatin' Because you livin' life small That's predicated by social withdrawals And I bet they hatin' on a nigga so raw But, I'd rather hit yo' twitter up And act just like I give a f*ck And snapchat you my balls Who the f*ck are ya'll I'm the fuckin' boss I'm a fuckin' dog I'm ProteJay the Prodigy, my God Motherfuck the world 'Til the fuckin' dick soft Ya'll just sauce My wrist raw, yo' bitch Rick Ross And if she bad, then she prolly get lost Tell her come home, and I tell her get off Give me my lunchbox, hand me my drawers Button yo' bra girl, put on yo' thong Turnin' my neighbors into Some fuckin' Peepin' Toms Hit it in the mornin' We was never sleepin' though Whole thing waxed Let her polish my dong I don't even know what's wrong with you niggas I'ma bomb all you niggas Get the microphone ready to disarm all you niggas I'm a terrorist Way too many commas to get I'm talkin' presidents Too much drama n' shit In these Americans Tryna keep it on the low-down Pops ain't really got time for the Pro now Both tryna hustle, gettin' duffle bag dough now Shuffle through the backdoor Oh wow, oh how, most of 'em Got something to say Let your mouth run And they bustin' that gauge I come from the city where the wity get no pity And everybody who with it Gotta love it that way, huh Been about it, been about it Been about it, 'bout it And my niggas 'bout it, niggas 'bout it Niggas 'bout it, 'bout it Said I been about it, been about it Been about it, 'bout it Yea I been about it, uh Uh, yo Been about it, been about it Been about it, 'bout it And my niggas 'bout it, niggas 'bout it, Niggas 'bout it, 'bout it Said I been about it, been about it Been about it, 'bout it Yea I been about it, uh Uh, yo
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