Lyrics:
Yeah! Yeah!
Gucci Gucci, Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, familiar territory
Get it, get it, get it, believe it
24's on yo' car youse a trap star
If you
Hustle 3
Youse a hoe bitch and a liar and a liar
Youse a habitual liar
Youse a hoe bitch and a liar and a liar
Youse a habitual liar
All that fraud
Read the Word
See things through God's lens
See his way
His way of life
His commands
His way to Heaven
Good Lord
Youse right
Youse right
You the way
Have to stop what i'm doin so I can pull her close
I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful
Damn girl
Damn you'se
ah, ah, ah
Go to sleep bitch!
We got you niggaz, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
You'se not them G's,
bitch, a dick eatin?
Youse a dry effin? lil' heffer, lil' heffer
Youse a dry effin? lil' heffer, lil' heffer
Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin?
Beep!
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold digging for them
Got birds and I'm runnin', yeah, bout a hundred, yeah
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back
B L A
You'se a fake player, you'se a fake
You'se a fake nigga, you'se a snake
We usually have you niggas burned at a stake
If you don't keep it
Got birds and I'm runnin', yeah, bout a hundred, yeah
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back
you'se a sexy bitch
A sexy bitch
Damn you'se a sexy bitch
Dam girl
Damn you'se a sexy bitch
A sexy bitch
Damn you'se a sexy bitch
Damn girl
Yes I can see
Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you'se a bitch
Got to get up and make it happen if not then you'se a bitch
Complaining and whining
(Hook)
She in every face if you gotta bankroll
getting flipped on the low
but she swear she ain’t a
girl youse a thottie
you for everybody
they
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie
Boy, you'se a little nigga, Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots,
Oh, yeah
Baby, I don't get down like that
Lady, you'se a dime piece
And you lookin' so sweet
But baby, I don't work it like that
I know you
lookin' for?
Pussy boy, what you lookin' for?
Pussy boy, what u lookin' for?
Man fuck that nigga, he's a pussy boy
Can'tfuck with my niggas, you'se
Beat up fuck it up fuck it up
We gone love each other like some doves like some doves
Youse an angel like from above from above
And we gone love each
Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
Go to sleep bitch!
[Obie Trice]
We got you niggaz, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus,
you'se not MC's, you'se
Yeah, oh, yeah
What the fuck you lookin' at, shorty?
You don't want it, lil' nigga
You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang
If
you see it how I see it, my watch is your whip
And I can cop another one after each assist
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer,
Beep!
Trick Daddy
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold-digging for
Under smell this nigga
If you got your vehicle in your baby's momma's name
Nigga you'se a ballaholic, nigga you under smell me?
Please believe in
to get shot nine times to be rich
Rat ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal
Pig ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking
you see it how I see it, my watch is your whip
And I can cop another one after each assist
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer,
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