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Beat Joven
Beat Joven
Songwriter
Melvin Nelson
Melvin Nelson
Songwriter

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Right away Need that shit right away Y'all just been stoppin' me stoppin' me stoppin' me Well nigga not today Right of way You ain't got the right of way Y'all just been passin' me passin' me passin' me I got alot to say (Ooh Ooh) Got away Y'all niggas got away So I've been poppin' up poppin' up poppin' up In about every place Lotta pay I need alotta pay I check my wallet my wallet my wallet I need to go rob a bank (Woo Woo) I done followed my own While y'all done followed to ghost see I been robbed of the most but Y'all been robbed of your soul... Got up ready to go Copped a bottle of spirits They poppin' shots at the store I almost dropped my tequilla I need all I need all I need all of this shit I need all I need all I need all of this shit I need all I need all I need all of this shit I need all I need all I need all of this shit All of your money, all of your gold All of your women, all of your soul All of your money, all of your gold All of your women, all of your soul Not awake, y'all niggas not awake Y'all just been sleepin' and sleepin' and sleepin' Well we ain't your night, okay? Life to lay, There'll be a life to lay You just been schemin' and schemin' and schemin Well bitch there's a price to pay (Woo Woo) Not a play, no this is not a play Curtains been screenin' and screenin' and screenin' But this here is not a stage Not okay, no I am not okay I just been feenin' and feenin' and feenin' For someone to try today (Woo Woo) My girl's titties just got bigger I don't care if they fake All my niggas try the beef like they don't care for the steak I got niggas in your house that'll lay you dead where you pray I got women that'll fuck you and then take from your plate I remind me of Eazy-E, You remind me of 50 Tyson I've been nicer than who you admire I feel like SYRE I smith all up on a beat And make a knife that can dice you A maestro in the flesh, (I) can't make you flow better to save your life Wrist wrist wrist wrist Who do you know that can whip it like this Good with the cheffin' the kitchen is lit Throw on the apron she give me a kiss One on the lips and then one on the dick Right away, need that shit right away Need me I'm by the way, by the way Hideaway I done seen nicer days Light this jay? I need all I need all I need all of this shit I need all I need all I need all of this shit I need all I need all I need all of this shit I need all I need all I need all of this shit All of your money, all of your gold All of your women, all of your soul All of your money, all of your gold All of your women, all of your soul
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