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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #472
Peak in subgenre #54
Author
Reaper/Kid Flash
Rights
2011
Uploaded
January 20, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:43
Lyrics
I went from bein' broke, to bein' the n*** that b*** es loved
She all up on my dick, why you mad cuz you a scrub
You ain't got no cheddar, just call me an Arby melt
Oh you wanna take her home? That girl there is somethin' else
And I'm just bird watchin', watchin' all the birds watchin'
Want a ballin' n*** cop 'em, dawg I f*** 'em, then I drop 'em
And buddy, yes I do me, I screw a lot of groupies
She look photogenic, so we put her in a movie
Yeah I'm ballin' on her ass, she think she get a piece of cash
Soon as I get a piece of ass, she be right back on the track
Yessir I might be that bad, yeah dawg I beat it bad
Yeah I just weak kneed her ass, but homie I don't need her ass
All I need is my money, can't get that from no scummy
Dirty, flirty ass ho; all she want is my dough
All I know is kick a do', rob a b*** and take his dope
Yeah mane we be trapstars, we got tired of bein' broke
So it wasn't nothin' mane, tie a n*** wit' a rope
F*** his b*** right in his grill, and I bet his ass'a give
Dawg I'm not yo' average n*** , I do not play well with others
All I'm 'bout is fetti baby, it sleeps with me under my covers
And if you an undercover, you get put 6 feet under
All my n*** s ridin' big, box chevy be the rig
South n*** s do it right, we got e'rybody wearin' grills
Even Up north n*** s say, damn them n*** s ballin
And I'm well past your level, so why you even try
To get wit' me lil' buddy, I guess you wanna die
My whole clique was born to ride
Ret to put they life on the line
All yo' partners be scary, see them in the cemetery
So you need to be wary, why is you in such a hurry
To bleed out from your chest mane
I just split his damn brain
Buddy if you not a pussy, why you got a maxi-pad
All I do is shuck and jive, break his b*** off in her ass
Man that ho is so grimy, she was the one to supply me
With all of your credentials, specifically your residential
Oh you know I'm jockin' hos, but all they do is touch they toes
Cuz after I bust my load, that b*** right there gotta go
Man we show them no love, always f*** 'em with a glove
Always beat 'em wit' a grudge, always jizz right down her lungs
And if she not wit' the team, she better hope it's not cold
Make that b*** walk barefoot, all the way home wit' no clothes
