作词 : Eric Breed
作曲 : Eric Breed
Uh
with that old **** shit
Try that bullshit and you might get bummed bitch
Or better yet, just try your luck
So I can prove whether or not, I give a mother****
You make a nigga pop his trunk
Ain't a future in your frontin', so why the **** you frontin'
when I deliver a delinquent ass
It got nothin' to do with tryin' hard
It's about the life you lead and the game you in
If I doing the same selling cane again
While you sleepin' I be creepin' right up on your ass
I put my gat up in your ear so you can hear the blast
I ain't bluffin' I ain't bullshittin'
You piss me off and I'm about to pull a trigger
Coming 50 strong
So why you thinking that I'm coming alone
You dead wronger than the life of a flintstone
Uh, than the life of a flintstone
Now I like and capone like pleasin'
slappin' these bitches for no reason
For sex I'm fiendin'
Pussy what I'm needin'
Open up the legs and let breeze in
knocked
Now she never want to stop
Every day the same thang
Jot jot jot
I need the little hips all covered in
Breed askin' would he help me like (Yeah)
'Cause he with the
Cool, we met her on the set
Told him what to do
He hit the boo'
Like no sweat
Stepped out the car, so I by the sidedoor
Should of seen him bullshittin'
Steppin on his
Till i bullshit you not
Say 10 minutes passed G
She was kissin' on my nigga
I'm like "damn look at "
Popped a little game, they walked him to the
And thats when I realized it was ready next
We stepped out of the vehicle
For watch my car
Billion-dollar day, we headin' straight into the ball
Hookers throwin' niggas out, since started bookin'
She dancin' on my homies lap, damn near ****in'
I walked by the bitch but i played her like the five-oh
Breed was in the house but the ho didn't even know
We sat right behind the drinkin' blue
I'm thinkin' to myself "damn what the **** to do"
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作词 : Eric Breed
作曲 : Eric Breed
Uh
[?] with that old **** shit
Try that bullshit and you might get bummed bitch
Or better yet, just try your luck
So I can prove whether or not, I give a mother****
You make a nigga pop his trunk
Ain't a future in your frontin', so why the **** you frontin'
[?] when I deliver a delinquent ass [?]
It got nothin' to do with tryin' hard
It's about the life you lead and the game you in
If I [?] doing the same selling cane again
While you sleepin' I be creepin' right up on your ass
I put my gat up in your ear so you can hear the blast
[?] I ain't bluffin' I ain't bullshittin'
You piss me off and I'm about to pull a trigger
Coming 50 strong
So why you thinking that I'm coming alone
You dead wronger than the life of a flintstone
Uh, than the life of a flintstone
Now I like [?] and capone like pleasin'
[?] slappin' these bitches for no reason
For sex I'm fiendin'
Pussy what I'm needin'
Open up the legs and let [?] breeze in
[?] knocked
Now she never want to stop
Every day the same thang
Jot jot jot
I need the little hips all covered in [?]
Breed askin' would he help me like (Yeah)
'Cause he [?] with the [?]
Cool, we met her on the set
Told him what to do
He hit the boo'
Like no sweat
Stepped out the car, so I [?] by the sidedoor
Should of seen him bullshittin'
Steppin on his [?]
Till i bullshit you not
Say 10 minutes passed G
She was kissin' on my nigga
I'm like "damn look at [?]"
Popped a little game, they walked him to the [?]
And thats when I realized [?] it was ready next
We stepped out of the vehicle
For [?] watch my car
Billion-dollar day, we headin' straight into the ball
Hookers throwin' niggas out, since [?] started bookin'
She dancin' on my homies lap, damn near ****in'
I walked by the bitch but i played her like the five-oh
Breed was in the house but the ho didn't even know
We sat right behind the [?] drinkin' blue
I'm thinkin' to myself "damn what the **** to do"
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