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niggas mugg me cuz day must be thank im fuckiin day gurl wanna touch me cuz im paid and movin up n da world i aint a threat dem niggas jus hatin and disrespectin ta get a rep dats why i aint been intimidated by anotha nigga yet day get upset and hate to see a pimp succeed i hustle wit ma mouf piece ta get da shit i need cash flOw, carz, clothez, fine hoez, and weed but ever time i roam da street i gotta tot sum heat blowiin da sweet ridin on deep bangin ma shit i run ma g all by ma loney, fuck a side kick i kno day got sum pussy ass boys wantin ta off me just cuz da lord done blessed me wit a million dolla mouf piece i ignore dem niggaz who earn day striffs disrespectin i let dem plex and catch dem by themselves wen day least expect it its ma profession dat go dez niggas wantin ta set me up wet me up and leave me dead as fuck just cuz im breaded up so niggas wanna duck tap us cuz we cold blooded got too much paper now day hatin but dez hoez love us money made me sum shit is gravey but i steady be beefin hoez luv me niggaz hate me so i guess dat im even ma hoez done went frum black ta cold ma rollz done went frum fat ta swoll i was hurtin like u nigga now i ack fa sho we gone thug tonight im takin chances wit dis pistol cuz i love ma life since 12 mayne it been hell, thug ma mind n da maze fuhhkiin kay, and i put dat on every blunt i blaze look who can i call on wen its goin all wrong? cuz ma dawg gone and it hurts wen he call home mayne dez niggaz got me pissed fucked up wen day shot n missed wuhz it cuz im lil boosie or probably ova diz bitch see ma bitch? ma fit? ma click? all cold blooded day see dez niggaz hatiin das why all dez hoes love it but boy i been thuggin so i kno you aint ready i aint trippin cuz diz bitch im trippin cuz u disrespectiin now im dat cold blooded killa from cross da track by dat river shOot i shit up n yo liver been like dat since i wuhz little wuhhht?? nigga i dont give a fuck judge tol me 60 days n i laughed in dat bitch face gotta stash full of kayz n im ready ta go ta war gotta black 9 beam fa protectiion at ma car niggaz wanna see me gone from hea n spill ma blood diz one hea fuh lil donkey hea and das ma thug hardhitta wig-splita, wid a click bout dat cappin day wan do yuh cuz day know you hatin on me cuz im rappin lil boosie bout dat stackiin until he get a hundred degreez got cho bitch up in ma firebird unda tint gettin freeked diz aint no game i know you wanna end me but ma eyez say on da track of rosevelt n micinly so cum try i aint scared but you betta have yo head right and if you wan go to war boy you besta get cho bread right cold-blooded
Writer(s): Rick James, Anthony Forte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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