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Lyrics: Chorus x uh yeah yeah on dis one right here we goin to lock down the whole world wit dis one come on X17 u sh**tin me a X15 Dem aint edie golds in yo mouth, sh**tin me,you say you got dem keys and dem peas,sh**tin me, talkin bout you got dem stacks on deck boy ,sh**tin me,d4l aint whats happenin sh**tin me,cant rap and make this hot track, sh**tin me,you claming you aint feeing this boy,sh**tin me,o dats real platnium on yo neck, sh**tin me,thinkin that gurl right thurr goin get wit cha boy, sh**tin me, tiping house you buying her drinks she gon tell you, sh**tin me, tellin me you got dem pe fo 13, sh**tin me,thinkin i'm gone keep takin this shout money, sh**tin me, dem spree aint got you ass geeked up, sh**tin me, talkin u bout want yo money back partner, sh**tin me, what you thinkin i'm a lame nigga, sh**tin me, telll them cops on the west side think i'm slow, sh**tin me, ther aint nu kills on this side ,sh**tin me Chorus X17 they talkin bout the stunt broken mutha f***in sh**tin me, they call me juicy ten yall suckers nigga's will see,i'ma a made man tyrin to get these mutha f***in millions, have my sh** stacked up higher than peach street buildins, aint no f***in friend of me, damn sho aint no ken to me so why yall tyrin to hang around, yall cant even be fin no ten of me ,sh**tin me d4l is my real click,dem the only nigga's i trust and i break bread wit, see stunting is a habbit, ow i got carrots , everytime my necklas hang my fans try to grab it, i wish you would i wish you would, and try to get buck and so many nigga's wit d4l well tear the club up, and they dreesed in all black, damn right we got stacks,if you want sumtin from the park bi*** well buy that, sh**tin me, alwayz talkin bout f***in lintin me get some where, i dont need no broke nigga's round me, come on Chorus X16 all my gangsta's, all my thugs, they sh** on you, you f*** em up, d4l aint all i trust you ,sh**tin me, thats all my luv, they aint bone enuf to come f*** wit us, bankhead gone buck wit us, westside gone buck wit us, ATL gone buck wit us,u think fabo aint ready to come out thet door and kill a bi*** , you sh**tin me, you think i'm lyin when i say i'm pop by bill, bi***,you sh**tin me, i lived dirty all my life but u think it aint real bi*** you sh**tin me, you think i'm playin o wi this steal you sh**tin me, we stand on corners and cus, we hell to much, we killa wit guts automatic no clutch, proper boy thats me click, i dont care who you wit d4l runin sh**, we got the hood on lock bi***, scot ye lard dats my dog,free blu wat up cuz , in the hood everday, like a fen on drugs, got that work for the low, weed, pills ,and the drow,seely fat never slow, count my money get sum mo chorus X16 More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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