Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lilz, oh, my God) Yeah, yeah (gladiator) I tell my bitch when she f- me, better fuck me good If another bitch could (could), she gon' fuck me I know these niggas want me dead, I'm still in the hood (hood), yeah Man, I got coke, dope, and weed, that's a triple double (yola) This a heavy-up offense, we don't get to huddle (go) I'm in these streets day and night that I forget to cuddle (yeah, for real) I broke your heart, you broke my heart, but don't forget I love you (love you, yeah) When I'm poppin' Percs by the hour, body takin' over (fried) Paranoid, I think my main man an undercover (ah) I ain't racist, I fuck bitches every different color (for real) Nike tech and white ones, we don't do Margeilas (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) See, I'm from the bottom, used to eat sugar rice for dinner (damn) Them hard times really turned a nigga to a winner (on my mama) Lost so many homies, got my heart on December (pain, uh) Keep that heater on me (grrt), tryna make it through the winter (grrt, grrt, baow, boom) Know the opps gon' celebrate if they ever see me fall (know they will) And after heaven gates, I pray I get to see my dawg (for real, bitch) My baby mama can't stand me, used to be my dwag (for real) Now e'rythin' I ever had ain't used to be yours (yours, for real) Can't believe me and bro fell out, it was over hers (talk to 'em) We was brothers, know that come first over all (talk to 'em) I'm chasin' money, know that come first over all (run it up) All this work I put in, it's finally payin' off (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I told my bitch when she fuck me, better fuck me good (I swear) 'Cause if another bitch could, she gon' fuck me good (I swear) I know these niggas want me dead, I'm still in the hood (I am) Just bought a choppa with a drum, the handle's all wood (boom, boom, boom) I'm outside in the jungle with my jewels on (yeah) Got it on me case these niggas try to move wrong (I see 'em) Let a nigga think I'm pussy, he'll get proved wrong (grrt) And the promoter let us in with all our tools on (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I tell my bitch when she fuck me, better fuck me good (good) 'Cause if another bitch could, she gon' fuck me good (good) I know these niggas want me dead, I'm still in the hood (hood) Just bought a choppa with a drum, the handle's all wood See, I'm outside in the jungle with my jewels on (yeah) Got it on me, case these niggas try to move wrong (grrt) Let a nigga think I'm pussy, he'll get proved wrong (for real) And the promoter let us in with all our tools on (yeah, yeah, yeah) I tell my bitch when she fuck me, better fuck me good I tell my bitch when she fuck me, better fuck me good If another bitch could, she gon' fuck me good If another bitch could, she gon' fuck good I know these niggas want me dead, I'm still in the hood
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