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If you a fuck nigga, keep my name out yo mouth If you a tough nigga, I'll come aim at ya house! I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clout If it ain't bout them bands, nigga, what ya talkin' bout? Young nigga, whachya talkin' bout? I don't care whachya talkin' bout (I do not care) Mama said why all this cash up in 'er house? Sorry, momma, I don't know whachya talkin' bout Glizzy got the pounds, smoke out the ounce Bitch I'm talkin' bout almost a ticket fo' the house Bet ya neva had 200 000 in yo couch Ouch, shit make a pussy nigga pout Police kick the door, don't know what they talkin' bout I won't run my mouth, snitchers get put in the ground You can ask around, I'm the hottest guy in town I neva seen them out, don't know what they talkin' bout They ain't keep it 100 when they see me comin' up Streets hottest youngin, no, bitch, I'm just warming up Chichi on my chain, bet you'll neva see it tucked You run up, you get bust, show you I don't give no fucks My young niggas be geekin They be wylin' fo' no reason Got goodmen, gotta keep em Niggas switch up like the season I'm not havin no meeting Put that nigga in the cement Bitch nigga we not beefing Or your family won't be eating If you come to my house You see that chopper on the couch Smoking on that OG, shit turned me to Mr. Chow He can't afford an ounce So he smoke on Black and Milds This shit I got too loud Can't hear shit he talkin' bout Realest young nigga comin' straight up out the slums Glizzy Glizzy bitch the king of district of columb Ask any of my strippers, but they neva see no-one Lil nigga, you my son, fucked yo sister and yo moms
Writer(s): Bradley Brandon, Marquis King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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