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Chamberlain, he's got it It's not to hard fool Ayy, fuck another nigga bread, I'm focused on my own bread Never trust these niggas, they gon' cross you, that's what grandma said Ayy, see the last caper that we pullin' stuck, can't get it out my head Ayy, they talk about the flaws, let's talk about how many people I fed I been gettin' bigger, I ain't Lil' Killer no more I ain't puttin' cuss on them, bitch, I know the whole go Remember, I was broke and I can't feel that pain no more Shout out to LaShaw, she kept it real on her low Ayy, want you a bad bitch, then just get you some money They gon' leave you on read when you broke, be hobie, actin' funny 200 deep straight hyenas with me, them niggas know how we comin' Up in Cali with them peas, rappin' bitches like a mommy Can't finesse me, I got sense, bitch, that nigga ain't no dummy If you owe me, gotta pay, bitch, that nigga, I want my money I'm just focused, I'm just grindin', bitch, that nigga, I mind my business Leave me alone, I be chillin', bitch, that nigga gon' make me kill Ayy, I know I'm the man, I know I'm that nigga Ain't fuckin' on no fan, I'm lyin' out my head Ayy, woke up nine this morning, it's 5 a.m., and I'm still up Ayy, I gotta get this bread, them niggas all ready straight, tryna wrap my eyes up I don't, I don't wanna be these niggas, don't wanna be these niggas Truth be told, I ain't got money, I don't even wanna see these niggas Put on all my chains, they bangin', nigga, I get freezin' with you Talk that dope, hit that dog shit, my dog just had a little The jail, my nigga, he just came home, I told him, don't go back to jail Hey, you eatin', sellin' pills, weed, or powder, ain't no crack for sale Shawty sound flashy like my vibe, diss that teeth well I was pushin' P back in 03, I'm a big pro I think I'm Mark D, I think I'm Busy B Ayy, I think I'm Sean, dawg, I think I'm Mickey E Ayy, free to kill, I'm MVP like West and y'all the B 200 up in jury, high five shining, bitch, they know it's me Pull her out, spit up in her mouth, she a super freak Pizza got no smell, y'all know smell, her shit super sweet I don't want no love from none of you niggas, just give me Lord T If I should die before I wake, I pray to Lord, I saw the key Real bitch, when I was broke, she came through, put me on my feet Big lil' nigga, just know my name, but they don't know me I'm a real nigga, you can drop me off in any hood If I pop short, I ain't trippin' Long as I get it, best I could, I'm grindin', I can't come and kick it, which I'm grindin' Gotta spoil my girls and my little sister, ambitious Happen like this is pull-ups, I don't like outside hoes, I like my bitches put up, yes
Writer(s): Nakia Norman, Giovanni Tyrone Gardner, Bryan Diaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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