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Bring Em Out (feat. Shy Baby)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Songwriter
G Sheppard
G Sheppard
Songwriter
Shyheim Lamb
Shyheim Lamb
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swaves
Swaves
Producer
MixedbyGWhite
MixedbyGWhite
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

For my dogs though, hustle hard to pay a car note Consequences no sorrow, live life like no tomorrow I ain't even really start though, movin' while I'm still in park though 21, gun salute, all these young niggas lettin A.R.'s go Man, my heart cold, lost my soul on a dark road Like bone thugs at the crossroads, all the dope dealers was our Hov Scan the block like a barcode, the other phone is the car phone For niggas that steady grillin' me, burn them niggas like charcoal Old head told me that time is money, so I'm goin' wherever the clock goes Amigo frontin' and bluffin', the cheese in your video not yours You know a nigga like me G, I be runnin to the money, pronto Speedin' like juice in the Bronco, if you scared of the rain wear a poncho Your hoe on the bandwagon like rooting for wherever Lebron goes So easy to bag em', I pass them bitches like Rondo She just wanna shop Milano, and roll my weed in a fronto Stash keys at a condo, you rap niggas just John Doe, aye Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about I done everything that you niggas dream about Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out Never worry about me and mines cause we bring Em out Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about I done everything that you niggas dream about Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out Never worry about me and mines cause we bring em out When I was young I used to dream about a hundred racks Copped the onion, hit the block, the profit double back What's in my pocket's nothing lesser than a couple stacks I was just dead broke, now it's motherfuckin' tax Season, all of my niggas on boss shit 4,500 the outfit Dope boy rockin' white forces I drip on a bitch water faucet No one can stop this, I'm in a whole other league Ballin' on niggas no hog shit, this some Lebron shit Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, might pass a bag to my brother And tell him to grab us some cutters If we out of town, and niggas try up on us bet ima catch me another With a glizzy attached with a button Automatic one tap, I'm a dump it Niggas stop all that cappin' and bluffin Ten toes I ain't goin' for nothin Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about I done everything that you niggas dream about Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out Never worry about me and mines cause we bring Em out Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about I done everything that you niggas dream about Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out Never worry about me and mines cause we bring em out
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