Lyrics:
Yung L.A. like to kick it like karate?
Don't I be with J-money serving everybody?
Ain't we up in magic city throwing up the broccoli?
Ain't me
yourself (what?)
Like I ain't who you playing when you playing with yourself
You playing the shy role, I was playing it myself
But it's no good for you,
And if it's anything less than real, that ain't for me
We the best like DJ Khaled but it ain't no we mane, it's just me mane
Since 1997 been repping
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
cost?
Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Filet Mignon porter house
My little brother on his medical shit from that block street
Nigga
enough
It ain't enough It ain't enough
Feeling too good got me
Smoking like it ain't enough
I roll up a fat sack
Yeah I need it by the pound like
I ain't tryna spend the night with you
I'm kinda lost see
I've been giving it some thought lately and frankly
I'm feelin' like we ain't ready
what? really?
Oh you think it's like that, OK! I'll be right back
I ain't never been a sucker for love
So if it come down to you and me you know
I
it, ain't it, ain't
Go wild, go stupid, go ape (Go ape)
Got my shades on like a bitch famous
Big booty in the dress, got it tailored
I'ma slide in it
and
Ride that wave until it connects
And I ain't really with all of that fuck shit
I'mma minute man nigga, cause I bust quick
I'm in the nights up in
C and that H
While you probably talking frantic
On the tape
Niggas in the hood ain't tryna hear, "Man
It was a mistake" they'll call you a bitch
Not
C and that H
While you probably talking frantic
On the tape
Niggas in the hood ain't tryna hear, "Man
It was a mistake" they'll call you a bitch
Not
U ain’t built like that It’s a damn shame U be talking loud Won’t do a damn thang Cus u ain’t built like that U ain’t built like that U ain’t built
working witchery I answered it's all good you aint got to like me
You aint got to like me, I was called by Jesus
You aint got to like me, she was called by
we gone let him hang
Niggas spreading lies
Like it's big facts
I don't got no time
For no chit chat
I don't pillow talk
Better dead that
I been in ya
rack
Little nigga you ain't stuntin' give that rental back, oh
I like fast cars, fast broads
And my last car was like a Nascar it go vroom, vroom
Then
how I like it, baby
I need a thug that'll have my back (my back)
Do-rag, Nike Airs to match (to match)
Ain't nothin' wrong with that
That's how I
give up the faith
God has a plan for you
That's why we say
It ain't over (It ain't over)
Weeping may endure for a night
It ain't over (It ain't over)
see?
The cops just killed another black man that look just like me
And nah, this ain't the first time, and it won't be the last
Unless you stand up
Yung L.A. like to kick it like karate?
Don't I be with J-money serving everybody?
Ain't we up in magic city throwing up the broccoli?
Ain't me
L.A. like to kick it like karate?
Don't I be with J-money serving everybody?
Ain't we up in magic city throwing up the broccoli?
Ain't me and Tip taking
up Like the seconds on a stopwatch
Wait Stop!
Like the time when you walk by
Say she loving it here
She been loving it here ayye
Taking shots Aint
Never
You ain't never had a friend like me
Believe that
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
See at night, I watch the sky
I take
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
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