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Who knew I'll bag ya nigga After after dropping 100 Even when I was bigger Man I kept it 100 I call his money 2 Short Cuz I'm over his budget Always come to shake the room Then I leave the shit rugged If it ain't about a president There is no discussion Ain't Jay Or Pharrell But these niggas be Frontin Cleo with the ear If it's trash? You know imma dump it! Y'all was really outside? Then how my niggas still huntin? Really been tryna chill But y'all gone make me start Somebody call Holiday They moms ain't have Heart Known for talkin big shit And always leaving a mark I'm the light that shines bright Who they want in the dark I'm drive, 3rd lane Y'all could put it in Park It's time to load the ship And I ain't talking embark He got it wet in February Then I went on a March! Niggas see what time I'm on I don't really want parts! Now why would I return When I do the Mac'n? Make a point about my Green I'm a fuckin Cactus Y'all can keep on playing roles Imma stick to rapping They know I always brought the Bass But I was never Jazzin Treat they skulls like his heart Imma get to cracking I'm in my bag, with some swag But I'm never jacking Nigga all up on my chest You can say he latching Treat a rounds like an applause My niggas get to clapping! How you claimin you Tribe? You ain't come for the Quest! Vibes been on Aretha All I need is respect New nigga say I'm busy Now he screamin neglect And every time I come around The nigga get a ereck! When we talking deposits I make sure they Direct He guard me like a body So he down to protect I was his best choice You became his regret And everything I ever did Seemed to have an effect I'm not your Child And my name ain't Destiny Got me feeling like Mariah They obsessed with me! Getting bitches together Been my specialty I stay up North So I keep these bitches West to me!
Writer(s): Leoshe Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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