Lyrics:
I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha?
Hataz betta watch out for tha butt
I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha?
Yea, I'm real wit
There's Winners & Losers in life
Let a Winner pass thru AiNT tryna be rude
Just recognize oNe comin' thru
Follow suit This goes 4 u ByTches Too!
just want yo brain lil hoe I thought I told ya
I feel this cup up with these pints but I ain't neva sober
Real recognize real but you ain't real
I might
Money SQAD Up representa
Don't temp my temper hollow tip yo temple
Make you head resemble a temple
Call me Mr big stuff
Cuz I keep my bricks stuffed
Ya
just wanna wipe me down
She just screamin pipe me now
I just told her bitch mmmmm you betta wipe me down
Bitch i feel like lil boosie
That bitch had
She probably stand right beside me
And I tsunami lil' mommy
[Chorus]
They call me young
My money long
I make it rain
Now loose your thong
a motherfucking maybach
I was just broke but that was like way back
I'll put u on the news by pushing yo shit back
He mr tough now he walk with a shit bag
Nigga
attacking stupid reactions
Open pumpkin I'll mesh it no need for stitches
That's in case if you was curious recognize I'm ill serious
Ever since I use
I'm about my bread
My flow is yo ceilin', ceilin'
Nigga pop off
Or you betta get popped, my word is born
Wanna shoot the head up
Meet me in the ring,
alone
That's when you move right in
And make yourself at home
Mr. Pain, Oh, Mr. Pain
We'll you'd think by now that I'd have learned
To see through
some advice you fuck with me you betta duck
I will bulletproof my truck and put that vest upon my chest
And when I pass by them hoes
They say C- Murder
Crip for life
[Mr. Pookie]
I'ma jump it off straight up rippin
pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin
over there think I see em finna
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
tracks, but now that lil bitch on my goon cock
I ride around brand new glock, won't do a nigga like Tupac
I'm pulling up wit Racks, you know we boutta make
lil bitch
I know she riding for the team
Hold on wait, bad bitch she sit in my room
Wey Wey, how did she get in my room
She betta get out my room
on these streets
You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef
You betta
[Hook:]
Bustaclip [repeatedly w/ Lil' Flip ad libs]
I can't deny it, I
what them say
'Cause that lil Chico, Mr. WorldWide been paid
From M.I.A. to L.A. to V.A.
See I'm red like CJ
Cj meaning Pam on the scene on Baywatch
I
I don't need you niggas to ride
I'm by myself
Cuz way too many niggas done died
Nobody helped
Everybody claiming they slidin
But where they at
Every
it's safe to say I got it now
They start to recognize the style
Mmmmmm
Like repetition
It's buy the pounds
Then break it down
Then sell it round
I like my hoes
I like my hoes
I like my hoes ratchet
Lil nasty bih pull the dick out while in traffic
Bustin down the door tell dem crackers I ain't
ta the pape
Only the real can relate, I really say fuck the fake
Just 'cause I sing a lil, I'll still bust yo grape
Motivated by the hate, 'cause I
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