Lyrics:
Yeah nigga, West coast
Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin'
Nigga, G'z Young Gotti
I'm like fuck a bitch and fuck you too
It's so many different
you may have heard
We all the way up in this Too Short's favorite word
All the way turnt up
All the way turnt up
All the way turnt up
All the way
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
but I'm wishing I'd stayed
In the back room something I heard you say
We didn't wanna call it too early
Now it seems a world away but I miss that day
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin'
you enter
Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance
gone
Hold on say word you got to be joking
Don't worry about it dun I'm on the next thing smoking
Hit Bristal up on the speed dial
Yo these funny
a warzone no rebirth i carry tools and im lootin
Aint heard of nox bitch you snoozin (Snoozin)
Alarm clock must be muted (Muted)
I go duke on em n nukem They
a little closer, there's a sudden shift of mood
Yo, I hope you know that you light up the room
And if anyone says anything different, then just say screw 'em
have to puncture ya lungs
[Ty Nitty]
Cause we the ones rockin' 'em, the ones toppin' 'em
Gold bars unpredictable, like Mr. Cal' shockin' 'em
We heavenly
comes to the gas
By no means average
As long as she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I get down, so I can win
I like
Yeah it's my life
My own words I guess
Have you ever loved someone so much
You'd give an arm for?
Not the expression, no
Literally give an arm for?
like Stockton, Malone, Gotti, Capone
Niggas dressed like they copyin' hoes, papi, come on
Stop it, you know you not with the smoke, I get you loafed
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
the one)
I woulda killed yo ass you lucky I ain't have my gun (You lucky I ain't have my gun)
I heard that bitch out hear putting lies on my name (Putting
you will never grind
I know the priors they running by us when we do crime
I know that section eight wanna discontinue my Moms
When they heard that Ohio
buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
you toast (bow)
Bitches want to have a baby by me, it's a no (it's a no)
Bitch are you dumb? (Whoa) go (go)
Anyway, can I fuck your friend
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
at?
Oh, them n- actin up? Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have
god sending me (I heard em)
Had to cut em off started to realize they was frienemies (purged em)
Four kids that I'm living for so I can't see you ending
we at the top, but we really from the bottom
Tell that pussy fuck 'em and that's how I feel about 'em
Heard your intro your last two mixtapes
I hear
lookin like a novice to me
Now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you niggas
Sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head
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