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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Lyricist: Dre Dog
Lyrics:
Mother of god If you know me. You know I never liked the job Hustle like rock, split keys from a pot
Outstanding demanding. nigga deaths' a reality Brainwashed brainwaves and money mentality Arido, python in a marathon of motherfuckin' demos Fuck white limos im dippin' buckets and rentals
Accidental I scall just one inch paper scam? If I dont explain to me why I'm in your program Swingin' like a golfer or better yet a batter Mad like a hatter, react like a badger
My first step over crossover remains just the same So my formula on lockdown is motherfuckin game out frame 'Da picture perfect bulldog glance, weird like a ming Fuck porky pig, remain like a tattoo on you and your crew
The things that I do, if mother only knew shit, mother
Raised on Chicken and Watermelon Catfish and Snappers Godfearing nigga under pressured gat clappers Sportin' timbos smokin' endo Hanging out of my Mazda RX-7 window Fuck you - shit
Heart poundin', don't nobody give a fuck about you bitch Some mornings i sit eatin' Bacon, Eggs and grits Like a bee without honey, a tycoon without money A rainy day that ain't sunny. A Joke that aint funny
Cocain deals. they shoot to kill , real motherfuckers Crack raider cluckers Tommy Tucker cluckers Chewy smoker conisourres who wear beanies in 'da heat I'll mannerd motherfuckers 'wit 'da buck in 'da beat
Lips numb, ready to shoot a dick full of cum Sticky but yet picky, chewin' Spearmint gum. shit, mother
Stingy as a motherfucker don't ask me for shit And even when I'm broke bitch my mindstate is rich Because no doubt, no doubt I'm gonna have gear Spin the same lane in a differnt motherfucking viggeree?
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