Lyrics:
5, no less than 4 on a slow day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J
Tell them niggas to bet against
talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, Leroy
Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo,
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
yell that
All I see is niggas getting harassed
And can't do nothin' about it but get a foot in they ass, yo
But if every nigga grabbed a nine
And started
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
an e-mail and also by DocuSign
For, um, a movie called-, um, which- is directing with-
And Nina Gold is casting
Um, there's very little info that we have
shit is loud, my ears is ringing
My paint job is wet
My chrome is gleaming
I feel like a vet ballin' on these rookies
An old-school bully, you must
can get it (get it)
Pull up whenever, whenever, you know I'm with it
Don't get it twisted
Nothin' like none of these bitches
But sometimes I get in
nobody take me out my zone
You try me or something?
With no remorse, four door Porsche
New crib by the golf course fuck that
Never let nobody take me out
shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad, fish accept it
In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
trippin'?)
Huh? Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talkin', nigga?
(I ain't say nothin', why you trippin'?)
You're a motherfuckin'
Good evening
This is your fucking captain speaking
We will soon be reaching an altitude of
Four million and a half feet
That's eight million
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it.
The number's even - now I'm leavin'.
We're never getting' took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops
, there ain't nothin to joke about
And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce (yeah, uh-huh, come on)
Shake ya shit, tuck in ya ass in poke it
but what does it profit a prophet to be socially ostracizing no we ain't stoppin' the mocking
But if there is anything I can do to raise the stock in
fuckin' you up
And keep pullin' the rug from up under you
And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin'
So much there ain't nothin' that we
4/5th extendo, with fifty in the clip
Tf by my side, he stupid with this shit
Q in the ride grippin' on the fifth
Run up on me wrong
My nigga, my
think 'em
That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought of
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talked about classics, do my name get
that
Bitch, I know you hate that, hate that
You can't do nothin' about it
You know damn well what I got back at the house
And I refuse to loose,
you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasn't even in New York, I was
dubs on the step
Slow days, fast days, gettin' paper any way
It's the same old shit
Everybody in the manor is locked up, boxed up
It's killin' me
front of it
Belts on the back of it, my homie shoes runnin' shit
And shorty on the side of me is straight up off the King cover
Don't care what
Discuss these there it is shit 4 nothin by ginuwine Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In