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(feat. Too $hort) |
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[Young Bleed] |
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See, we can make it happen and keep em jumpin like jacks |
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If ya know that's a nigga aphrodesiac |
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Nigga, where the geez be at? |
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You can catch me chillin steady feelin' like what what what |
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Y'all niggas get the feelin' huh |
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Willin' and able to snatch the money off the table and keep bailin' |
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And hailin' them twigs, nigga ain't no tellin' |
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Steady hustlin' high it's do or die for a hustla |
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Do your thing remain same and loyal customers |
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Pack your things with mufflers and watch yo back |
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It's like that, we gon' ice that |
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But if they strike back is you ready for me? |
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Better be, some hoes will never be |
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Slippin' in this game, nigga never me |
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Nigga, don't give a fuck if ya bigger |
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The zag zipper got it off the hook |
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Know the bitches, no look haters don't wanna crumble the crook |
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Leave em shook, keep flippin' em |
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See that's the past time, but nigga, your boys follow me, |
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I'm gonna blast mine |
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Nigga huh, nigga what |
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[Chorus x2: Young Bleed] |
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Time is money, money is time, |
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That Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, |
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Call it a crime, that's the life of a hustla, |
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Anything in my way, I"m comin' for your jugular |
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[Too Short says "Bitch!" throughout repeat] |
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[Too $hort] |
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Now where you think you goin' bitch, I ain't through with you |
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I ain't seen no other hoes I wanna do it to |
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Got you hella drunk, so I might as well keep you |
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Take you to a hotel and freak you bitch |
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Short Dogg gettin' at that ass |
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I stripped her butt naked then I tapped that ass |
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I could tell the way she dance, she like to fuck |
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Gotta get her out the pants, I like em up |
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Punk bitches stare, they can't compare to you |
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These fake hoes don't know what real players do, bitch |
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I popped in the nudey tape, bitch |
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I love the way the booty shakes |
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So when I hit it from the backside say oh shit |
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Gotta get it like that while I stroke the clit |
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Roll a big fat join start smokin' it |
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Cuz I'm a real ass nigga I ain't jokin' Bitch, bitch, bitch, BEOTCH |
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[Chorus: Too $hort] |
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Time is money, money is time, |
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That Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, |
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Call it a crime, that's the life of a hustla, |
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And if ya get in my way, you gettin' fucked up BITCH |
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[Young Bleed] |
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Lookin' at the sunshine and it's about that time |
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Fo a nigga like me to get down for mine |
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From the heavens to the clouds, for the sky to the earth, Breakin' dirt |
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For whatever it's worth |
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You know, gotta take it slow though |
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People gonna wanna take my photo |
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You don't know though, that's why I stay solo |
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Hounded like a mad man, kickin' up dust |
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Ready to bust on whoever wanna get in my way |
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No more discussion, what's the repercussion? |
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When it really don't matter, niggas get shattered dreams, |
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When they see the buckshots scatter |
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Save the chatter for the mama, you ain't bout no drama |
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I can see it in ya eyes, your just another number |
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Welcome to the world of the hustlas, playas, and pimps |
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Where if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense |
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That's evidence, I touched the game and no left no fingerprints |
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And dug up the grave of slaves, flippin' dead presidents, ya heard me |
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[Chorus: Young Bleed][solo x2] |
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[Young Bleed] |
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Young Bleed, Too Short, 99, know what I'm sayin, one time nigga |