Lyrics:
gon' put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps
Homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs
Givin'
(oh yea) who who
(who you) who who (if you don't recognize).
Who (who) who (oh oh) who who (who) who who.
[Verse 2:]
Yeah you got the crib of ya
(oh yea) who who (who you) who who (if you don't recognize). Who (who) who (oh oh) who who (who) who who.
[Verse 2:]
Yeah you got the crib of ya dreams
And you got your daddy and you know who your daddy is don't you?
Fuck that
If you want to play you answer me who's your daddy when I ask you
Who is your
I would cuff you I would love you
But i dub you so it's fuck you
Im above you you like 5'2
Bitch I hate you let me hug you
Let me hold you you my go
Christmas Eve I like to peek cuz I can't leave you under the Christmas tree.
2nd Verse (Ju Major)
So what'cha need looking at what I want
I don't just like
killed ten with the suppressor (the gang)
Recording all night, she sleep
Bitch wake up, this dick is for breakfast (wake-up)
Oh, you tryna vibe with me?
Keep you by my side, I would never leave you stranded
I just wanna see you excel like spreadsheet
Fuck your ex-boyfriend, that man is a deadbeat
She get
that's a dub
We a dub
I aint coming for a check up you a scrub
I ain't quite the type to fall in love
They think money is the mission I'm just on it for
on 16's, then put that bitch up!
Mannie: Twenties, dub deuces, 'das how we do that there ya'll...
Lac: If you ride with an ugly chick, then trade that bitch
everything about me
Then how come what you are saying is not accurate (Not accurate)
Trying to play me but man im not having it
Im so fly I can she
this is you stalling
Guess you through, you ignore me, days go by
Missing you be the worst, play the game, who gon' hit who first
Checking my
All the freaks know me, they call me Loc Daddy
I rock shit on the daily, your girlfriend she paged me
I bust you in the grill, then go chill with your
All the freaks know me, they call me Loc Daddy
I rock shit on the daily, your girlfriend she paged me
I bust you in the grill, then go chill with your
Next thing you know the cops out
Who sending shots now?
All that pressure bout your hoe is dead
She wasn't at my apartment, just a neck
Can't give 2 fuck
and make a selection
Cause nigga we runnin' you outta your section
Ain't no question who it be, little Layzie Bone and Dub-see
Nigga, we ride with
and you a nigga now who did it?
motherfucker no stomach they too scary to admit it
rearview mirror fucked up so I can't see when they coming
to sleep
She acting iffy I think she a creep
Setting the sail, who floating like me
I bought the drip and I’m rockin it B
I came wit clips that I know you
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
I can't deal with that shit she a
That bitch is a dub, that bitch is a dub
That bitch is a dub
I don't want the cooties not giving out hugs
TLC, can't
you back talkin' 'bout that girl pussy stinkin'?"
'Cause she put up a post cosignin' Tekashi snitchin' (ya heard me?)
She thought he was comin' home,
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
Stay there, you ain't ready to move with real niggas (that's right)
And guess who I'm talkin' to, you, nigga
You already know what it is, yeah
You
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