Lyrics

753 ATA Yeah Ya heard Ayeee Listen Yo bitch fucking better get some money Thought you had a loyal bitch you dummy I fell asleep in the pussy nigga I'm a junky I send niggas to the store nigga you the flunky Why the fuck you niggas switching on me Use to couldn't even imagine niggas glitching on me It ain't my fault you niggas bitches on me Paid my dues slid down quick why they bitching on me Listen when I ain't have a dollar they still knew my name Bought the presi busted ain't no way I could of kept it plain Flooded my wrist way before I even got some fame Mind was on bricks fucked around and found another lane I done put some niggas on showed em what to do I ain't ask a nigga for a dollar but you know the rules My homie wanna kill my other homie how Im supposed to choose We supposed to be killing off the opps so either way we lose Nine times out of ten niggas fake behind a grin Same nigga that say he love you a try to take you out the plans I know a nigga that I helped he tried to play me cuz we Ken I was tryna get him rich while he was hating over ends See the problem with niggas they always looking at somebody else They don't wanna put the work in they want somebody help Bring the cereal to the table they won't buy the milk He took a chance they ran off on em I'm knowing how he felt Make a move nigga make a move I put them killers on the ground you gone make the news I ain't never hated nothing but I hate to lose Slap a 100 in that chop I bet it make em move Make a move nigga make a move I put them killers on the ground you gone make the news I ain't never hated nothing but I hate to lose Slap a 100 in that chop I bet it make em move
Writer(s): Crud Chapo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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