ghetto bitches only they want ghetto stars Bet your real ward if you fuckin hears people Sensitive dicks make the game so lethal Sequals ain't never heard ain't
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see it and my glasses on But most y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it Young Money
, they jealous We got a banquet full of broads, they got a table full of fellas And they ain't spending no cake They should throw they hand in, 'cause they
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit
don't Give a fuck, we just chillin', watchin' chandelier ceilings high as fuck Old lady, don't blow my high 'Specially if you don't know my life, don't
bad bitches, it don't come concurrent Still, you know the dope won't stop And if I die today bury me in a dope-ass watch They say we can't be livin'
and my glasses on But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothing You don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash
Haze, airy, pills, powder Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments Don shit, real niggas who I get it on with When I'm around, my colleagues ain't comfortable They
here you try I don't care if it's a sin, I don't care if you're ten Look around kid, it's a cold world we're in If you ask me my offer is extremely
buy shit Man I can't even flaunt shit 'cause everybody want shit Everybody mad, damn even my dad And I don't even know him, now how the fuck I owe him
the young niggaz is dyin'? 'Cuz they moms at work, they pops is gone, they livin' wit' iron Why they ain't give us a cure for aids? Why my diesel have fiends
they don't understand Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin' all that slick ****, the same way these ****** do Wonder what my secrets is, ******** move on you Only if they
' my dick, thinkin' of ass I don't know what they broadcast, the news flash is fake Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape And if y'all niggas
grab you ? they got me turn up to North And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts And if dem gal
better believe, I'm on it You know if my team would wanted (Flow) Put G's up on it But naw, I don't get along with these rapping cats They mad my chain
We got weed to get P.O.D.'d Fiend for the green leaves, give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low 'Cause the po, po creep when they roll slow If you can't
