Lyrics:
again
Hot hot
Bout to level up turn it up a notch
I see the dj in the back
Turning up the spot
I see a beauty in the back
I want another lot
Yo mommy can
Yeah this how a GOAT talk
This how a GOAT talk
Yeah that nigga DARE yo
Friend or foe yo state your biz
Friend or foe yo state your biz what we talking
Yeah this how a GOAT talk
This how a GOAT talk
Yeah that nigga DARE yo
Friend or foe yo state your biz
Friend or foe yo state your biz what we talking
up
Love that's yo dick
And if you ain't from the ghetto
Then ride out bitch
Arms, legs, backs, and breast
You better leave a fucking tax
a top notch bitch, you about a piece of shit
Yo net worth is zilch, up yo game a couple bricks
I up my game 80%, you can tell by the wrists
Went from
Insane with a ring groovy hide it
Talk yo shit pussy gliding
I smell defeat glizzy climbing
Run DMA
Run by the bay
Slitten by a wrist when I run full
But they gon get some rations
Makin some moves
Like that shits a passion
What you gon do
If I get past this
You losin that money
By being dramatic
I got
silence what I chose
Kuz if u start talking that dumb shit I might grab u by yo thraot
Kuz I’m
Daaaangerooooously
In loooooove
Wiiiiit yoooou
Ha! Yo!
Man hol' up (Ayyy!)
My car went from ice cream paint to fruit roll up. (Yaa!)
They hatin' on me, So what!? (So what!)
The game I'm 'bout
my moves
Breaking the mold
Exes hitting me like yo see what you missed
Yup
I'm over here feeling like Neo and shit
Shit
Can you see the changes
Can
walk by
Yo man tryna holla
Running up his tab
In my section
Popping bottles
I got
Pretty bitches
In the city
And we
Getting litting
Looking real drippy
heart didn't mean leave her dazed
Playing by yo part why you stuck up in my way
She be getting right cause you know I'm getting paid
Shawty on my side but
in yo town
Threaten my life but I’m still living now like what
But I’m still living now like what
Say they gonna pull up but ain’t nobody here
Look up
nigga, yo
Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal
Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, it's foul what this money
sit up and pray for the work
i put yo gang on a shirt
nigga come ride through the ave
you couldnt survive on my ave
fascinated by the block
mollys
I said baby I'm from Houston tryna tint that thotties body
Gripping on your waist
See them kids up in yo face
30 for the bracelet all my diamonds be
pack formation, and you know they mean business
I been running up checks, you run yo mouth
I been ignoring all my texts, we showing out
That's just how
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
check
UHH! (boom boom boom, it's like this
It's like that)
Huh, I'm strapped with the gat
Plus my crew got my back! (Wait a minute
What's up with them
We gon' light one up in Oceanside
Tryna burn it up in Oceanside yah
Yo, as we driving up the 5 from San Diego (San Diego)
Coming to the bay we
enough
cant keep my drank in my double cups cant keep yo hoe off my fucking nuts
you got the bob you gone smoke or what egyptian bitch make me feel like
been going through it all, I think it's finally time for me to take a time out
Nobody understands just what I'm doing
Way I switch up on a bitch, she
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