Lyrics

I told my big brother, "We 'bout to make it out the hood, with this one" I got us bro (we outta here) Riding downtown, in my momma car (vrrm) Dog in the yard, go ba-ba-ba-bark (roof, roof, roof) Damn, her ass fat, so, I had to park (damn) Ran outta gas, so, it didn't start (ay, fuck) Excuse me, bitch, I had to fart I told big bro, "This gon' make the charts" (I swear) He always sad, Bih broke his heart (ha-ha) I told him, "Fuck that bitch, nigga" Get some money (nigga, get some cheese) I didn't graduate, but I'm not a dummy (okay) If the police catch it, you ain't get it from me (at all) Yeah, I just ate, but I'm kinda hungry (hungry) A lot of people hate, but my momma love me (I love ya, mama) Why have one bitch, when you can have five? (Five) Why have five bitches, you can have nine (nine) I'll give away a bitch, you can have mine (you can go) I need a break from a bitch, like it's halftime (whoa, whoa) Blah, blah, blah, blah, bitch, get out my ear (come on) Always talking 'bout some shit, I ain't trying to hear it (you hear me?) I had to tell big bro, like, "This my year" I'm 'bout to take off like, when you see a deer Thousand dollar earrings, you can see my ear (bling) You'll never catch me crying, won't see my tears (at all) You ever hit a bitch that you been trying to hit for years? (Yup) Finally hit, you feeling like the rookie of the year (hell, yeah) First time rapping, and I think I got a hit, though (let's go) All I do is step on shit, I'm a big toe (mm) Chill ass nigga, but yo bitch call me lit, though (come on) Damn, I said, "Yo bitch, why she all up on my dick, though? (Ha-ha) Fuck around, and dunk on a nigga, like I'm 'six-four (whoa) Grandma was a gangster, but she used to drive a six-four (grandma) Yeah, this beat hard, fuck around, and have to tick, though (ay) Damn, this bitch bad, fuck around, and make a flick, though (ay) When I born, they held me in the air like the Lion King (ooh) Dog say, "He tripping, in the kitchen, he frying wings" (bitch) If I don't make it with this rap shit, I'ma try to sing (come on) If I don't like a nigga 'round me, I'm about to swing (Swing on that nigga, man) Lil' bro'
Writer(s): Kristopher Haynes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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