Lyrics:
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But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc
Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke
Bitch niggas don't deserve to kick it with rich
me loc
Bite the hand that feeds you
And you'll wind up broke
Bitch niggas don't deserve to kick
It with rich niggas
Nigga we seven figure niggas
And we
Shits funny
How impossible cream manifest in the games that be coming with it
Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell that you're fake
With my gang, I pull up, let it bang
the nicest
Opps on devices
Can't fuck with me cause I kill them with kindness
Your money on minus
Counting these Bucks I feel like I'm Giannis
My nigga build
from Miami
Hoe! (YEAH) the South my house
Bitch! The Bronx my family!
(whattup niggas?) buck with NBA stars 'till
They start gettin' smart
We the best!
in the game, bitch, a n***a don't need none[01:18.46]Boy our Hoes ain't the same, she gon' passionately eat it up[01:20.71]She be tryna attack me for
herself, She loves Herself
I can tell by the walk
She saucy
Graduated from LGU
The way them lips stay glossy
N G if I'm honest
GIANNIS
She don't need
game, check the feet game
And I bet she start cryin' if she ever don't meet
But she'll never ever ever find another like me
Stop thinkin' 'bout
I don't know shit about a brick but I know how to hit a lick and split
N**** keep talking about this and that but I been fucked on his lil bitch
This
tough niggas
Execute your niggas
Turn bone shoot your niggas
Yours is silence
Don't need no more violence
Moving in silence, moving in silence with
doors
But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc
Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke
Bitch niggas don't deserve to kick it with rich
up then strut
Up's nigga, w-what's up nigga?
With that buck, can i get that rrr-rompin' uh
Mutts in tux, deluxe and such
I be in the mirror lookin'
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
one could help us if we could.
Knock on wood for good luck,
serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood gangsta
bucks collectively
Pretty far from being celebrities
But I feel like with time I'm gonna make
Got to keep going can't slow down bitch
Keep making music I
Mob and Chingy decently speak me
So I'ma re-inaurate the game, it's all fame
And you don't get no play if you an emcee with a small name
If I wanna
stay humble
Don't ever say that my rap is mumble
Shortie on my line
Cause she know a n**** price is up
Got more clientele
Cause a n**** switched his
thangs in the game
You get some money people act funny n swear to god that u changed
And everybody got they hand out for some bucks
But ain't nobody gave
game to drive a swear broad insane
And we number one gunners no we ain't stunner's
It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners
And Mack need
at the same time
Don't worry about the rumours that a broad dish
When I ride around with the same guns Travolta had in Swordfish
So fall back like you lost ya
don't try clearin' your vision
Cause that's straight, you in the presence of Leatha Face
Just an average motherfuckin' thug, have to spit it for the fun
Black, Asian, Hispanic or White, yeah alright
Rap game Muhammad Ali, with the hooks that'll kill ya
And I'm coming for rap game gold, I'll never settle for
they stacks
Give me that with all them packs otherwise im about to snap
Yall N__ aint on nothing i tote that 380 chrome bustin
Bullet penetrating your
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