Lyrics

Hold on CJ Ye huh huh My mama ain't believe me said I was a thug She like why you walk with that mac ten My ma ain't believe me said I was a thug She like why you walk with the mac ten I'm with some bitches we up in the club They touching me loving my accent I ain't average nigga You ain't a asset nigga I get rid of any bitch who doing too much asking nigga Nigga sometimes sleep was the only thing that was on the menu Say I really get active I don't gotta act I don't gotta pretend to I know that you hate me I can feel that shit when I think about you People act like they love you but deep down they really doubt you These niggas lame I won't complain I'm on Tulane I'm in two lanes I gotta bitch like Lois lane Let's take a trip down memory lane And let me show you how a nigga really came up Let me show you how these niggas really changed up I gave these niggas shit they wouldn't never even give to me I did shit for bitches that was really pretending to be into me I was doing shit for the people They wouldn't trying to give back I was having my patna back he was trying to stab me in the back I'm in the back of the back I'll sell crack toward black Give me a standing ovation I was on probation I start hitting them blacks I had to change location The greatest out my generation ain't no association I come up from any situation I don't need your explanation My patna told and folded before they even had the investigation If you ever need me, you can call me it ain't no hesitation You gotta go through my assistant just to even have a conversation I'm starting to feel like baby I get my bitches pampered I can't say please baby I don't got no manners I'm God's greatest creation I'm on they block like it's a station Don't get no Z's I ain't Haitian I was trying to build bitches with no foundation don't like hoes who wear foundation Face card green that's reputation I ain't the one to play with My ma ain't believe me said I was a thug She like why you walk with the mac ten I'm with some bitches we up in the club They touching me loving my accent I ain't average nigga You ain't a asset nigga I get rid of any bitch who doing too much asking nigga Nigga sometimes sleep was the only thing that was on the menu Say I really get active I don't gotta act I don't gotta pretend to I know that you hate me I can feel that shit when I think about you People act like they love you but deep down they really doubt you These niggas lame I won't complain I'm on Tulane I'm in two lanes I gotta bitch like Lois lane Let's take a trip down memory lane And let me show you how a nigga really came up Let me show you how these niggas really changed up
Writer(s): Nola Hendricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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