Lyrics
I don't have to listen to this bullshit
You wanna work eight, ten fucking hours?
You own nothing, you got nothing
You wanna go to war?
You wanna go to war?
We take you to war, okay?
-gun at?
Where the blunt at?
Je t'aime Milanezie
Don't you worry where I'm at
I'm outside with my crew smoking sack
Bitch you on one
I'ont want you back
I'm to busy tryna get my pockets fat
Bitch you on one
Don't you worry where I'm at
I'm outside with my crew smoking sack
Bitch you on one
I'ont want you back
I'm to busy tryna get my pockets fat
Bitch you on one
Yeah, they know where they see me (Je t'aime Milanezie)
Wedderburn, man you know that they see me, huh
Keep me a Zimmy, never know when shit can get sticky
For real, what's your deal?
I've been working real hard for my bills
They mad as fuck, man fuck how they feel
I'm doing me, homie why you standing still?
Man fuck
Where my gun at?
Oh shit where it go, I need my gun back
Fuck
Where the blunt at?
Tryna smoke, homie pass me the fat sack, yuh
Don't you worry where I'm at
I'm outside with my crew smoking sack
Bitch you on one
I'ont want you back
I'm to busy tryna get my pockets fat
Bitch you on one
Don't you worry where I'm at
I'm outside with my crew smoking sack
Bitch you on one
I'ont want you back
I'm to busy tryna get my pockets fat
Bitch you on one
Je t'aime Milanezie
Written by: Cesar Castro, Lavaboy