Lyrics:
you I made it
And when I get big all my haters just faded
You never shut up, you always talk shit
But that is okay, I hop in the whip
Riding that bike
it's a problem lil bitch you can leave
You ain't the one I'll have two of you by three
Too many options no difference to me
All of these bitches stay
She wasn't looking rich, so shut up bitch
I'm a warrior don't give a fuck if I'm scarier
Cause you will still be hairier
Looking like a high hippy
Wait
some kids tryna make it out
Eight niggas in a little room with the music loud
At the edge of summer pushing fall bitch
Twenty Seventeen august
Dropped up
gotta gang up on me and all that)
Shut the fuck up, bitch
We gonna gangbang you, you stinking bitch (fuck you)
Fuck you, gangbang who? (You fucking
a big wheel
I was crying a lot
I just want a call from you
I just want a call from you
I've tried to shut up
But I fell down so fast
Babe, I know you
I've
man's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin' that trash might get you fucked up
Will sit and cry if the dope man strike you
He
valve, you couldn't shut me the fuck up if you
Had dirt on me now, I'll murder my pal, before I NTSC a crowd of
People that have been offended by the words
wanna go home
Hold on Tom
Your bitch probably telling you no
The bitch breath stink use scope
AK the goddamn Pope
Got too many rappers in the scope
AK
on that E-40, that OG (ayy)
These bitch niggas be actin' up, these hoes niggas be actin' foul (chea)
They'll grind with you, they'll shine with you
Be
sellin' records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus cuffed up
'cause you can catch a quick drop
bitch and we play would you rather
Me and my bitch shoot the sixty we toxic
Real live balled up first we boxing
Pull out the Glock they ravens they
red neck punk motherfucker
Bob Dole keep you motherfuckin' mouth shut
Before a nigga beat your old ass up
Jumpin' on the rap bandwagon ain't helpin' it
The stationary here is so bad
The ink impales but my papers were rad, yo
They were only poetic nonsense, vomit he asked me to revise please
I'm like, bitch shut
ain't nothing but a dope man's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin' that trash might get you fucked up
Will sit and cry if
the club turnt up and shut that bitch down
Throwing chips in the air, like poker lion
Yeahhhh, whatchu know about it
Ask my Momma and my homies yeah, they
This motherfucker, man, just won't shut up, will you?
Talkin' about I owe him
Bitch, you owe me
I'm promotin' you right now
Yo, let's put
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you a chain
Bitch, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the fuck up
Stop runnin' your mouth like a sucka
Cause you's
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
bitch, fuckin' bastard
Back to the hand clappin'
You die quicker than Darren Wilson walkin' through Ferguson
Dressed like the grand dragon of the Klan
talk about rap about it or even sing about it
But I don't give a Fuck enough to make an issue about it
These Racks I'm chasing I'm gon stack em up
You
ever seen
(Shut up)
Hold my hold my drink bitch [2x]
(Now watch me)
I've been a mother fuckin problem since tha baddest bitch
U ain't know now, I ain't
a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich (wasn't rich)
Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit? (wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was fuckin' with
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