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Man we finna eat Man we back in this motherfucking booth You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Sucka ass nigga I thought you was my motherfuckin' partner, nigga Ducky ass nigga Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg You all for yourself, shawty you a ball hog You all for yourself, shawty, you a ball hog Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg You all for yourself, shawty you a ball hog You all for yourself, shawty, you a ball hog Dawg, fuck the game, never tuck in my chain Never fuck with you lames, shit'll never be the same Dawg, fuck the game, never tuck in my chain Never fuck with you lames, shit'll never be the same Always yellin' Brick Squad, always talking fam first When yo' ass got locked up, you turned on the fam first Always takin' fuckin' credit, never put in no work Used my name for leverage, before they front you, they gon' call first Big dawg Flocka really gripping on the chopper Had a young boy hit your head for a plate of shrimp and lobster Flocka Curry, Flocka Curry, shoot yo' ass just like a three Flocka Curry, Flocka Curry, twenty mil with no degree Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg You all for yourself, shawty you a ball hog You all for yourself, shawty, you a ball hog Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg You all for yourself, shawty you a ball hog You all for yourself, shawty, you a ball hog Y'all know my goons go ham, eat that nigga like some pork Put him on a picture frame, send them goonies from New York Run that check up like a sport, pop that nigga like a cork I'm a millionaire shawty, motherfuck goin' to court Shoot the fair one with a nigga, beat yo' ass just like a kid I remember sellin' mil, you ain't never give me shit You ain't never want to see a young nigga ballin' rich You a sucka ass, pussy ass, rappin' ass trapper Made my young nigga 21 bless you like a pastor I call Chaz, I call Southside, boy you know that shit over You don't want to get that phone call from my big brother Bitch, you know he gon' murk you, bitch you know you [?] Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg You all for yourself, shawty you a ball hog You all for yourself, shawty, you a ball hog Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg You all for yourself, shawty you a ball hog You all for yourself, shawty, you a ball hog You, my nigga Man, I thought you was my brother How you fuck me over? Man we came up from the gutter Pistol in your face, before I do it say I love ya Damn you like a G, spray your house up like Febreze, nigga Fuck your party invites nigga, you know I don't fuck with ya You know I ain't hangin' with ya, you know we ain't bool nigga Knock you out like Scoob nigga, I don't play by rules nigga Real or you're fake, shawty, you gon' have to choose nigga Put you round them roofs when them G's was on yo' ass I call GF and Big Bro, how you think you had to pass How you think your ass gon' last without big dawg in your corner? How you think yo' ass gon' last when them choppers pull up on ya? (pussy) Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg You all for yourself, shawty you a ball hog You all for yourself, shawty, you a ball hog Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg You all for yourself, shawty you a ball hog You all for yourself, shawty, you a ball hog
Writer(s): Juaquin Malphurs, Che Olson, Dionte Guion Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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