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Artiste:
OMB Peezy
Titre:
Got You
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Drum Dummie Bitch ass nigga These ho ass niggas just be woofin', these niggas ain't talkin' bout shit for real I know niggas who, who who who, who dying every day Slanging every day, you feel me I'm talkin' 'bout robbin' every day nigga That's all they got to do Bitch ass niggas really spoon, niggas, niggas silver spoon-fed nigga You feel me, at that, you silver spoon-fed bitch We ain't even got no motherfuckin' spoon nigga, on my mama We eatin' off the motherfuckin' concrete on the sidewalk bitch On my mama, this shit real Drum Dummie I don't think you got me like I got you (like I got you) You gotta show me somethin' For everybody got they hands out like I owe you (like I owe you) I don't owe you nothin' Cruisin' late night by myself down a dark road (down a dark road) Hope they don't know I'm coming How you turn on your dogs for them crackers, let 'em take your soul (take your soul) That shit ain't a hundred Ayy, one time for the real niggas (one time for them real niggas) And two times for the thugs (two times for the thugs), ayy And three times for my new pistol, ayy (three time for my new pistol) I saw that bitch and fell in love, ayy Nigga got to workin' the curb, he sellin' dope with no gloves Drive-bys for the birds, I'm hoppin' out with these slugs Ain't talk phones, gotta buzz, get back, I wasn't even home Name a bitch that ain't talkin' bout money, bitch I don't give a fuck These niggas ain't rappin' what they live like I've been did that shit, I'm tryna live life But if you cross me over now, get your shit right He played gangster, then he told and think he did right, Peezy I don't think you got me like I got you (like I got you) You gotta show me somethin' For everybody got they hands out like I owe you (like I owe you) I don't owe you nothin' Cruisin' late night by myself down a dark road (down a dark road) Hope they don't know I'm coming How you turn on your dogs for them crackers, let 'em take your soul (take your soul) That shit ain't a hundred Look, ayy four times for my motherfuckin' self I was out there robbin' 'cause I ain't get nobody help And five for the guys who grabbed that pistol of the shelf Brushed they teeth, then leave with they pistol in they belt, ayy I'm at the top of my game, don't try to hop in my lane People say I'm too blunt, I take pride in not hiding a thing I can tell the love gone, the look in your eye's been changed I wouldn't be surprised if you decide to hit me with the flame I wouldn't be surprised if you decide to throw dirt on my name I wouldn't even expect that if I died, y'all would come to my grave Ayy, shit fucked up but I ain't trippin' Pour a three up in my personal cup, I'm heavy sippin', Peezy I don't think you got me like I got you (like I got you) You gotta show me somethin' For everybody got they hands out like I owe you (like I owe you) I don't owe you nothin' Cruisin' late night by myself down a dark road (down a dark road) Hope they don't know I'm coming How you turn on your dogs for them crackers, let 'em take your soul (take your soul) That shit ain't a hundred I don't think you got me like I got you You gotta show me somethin' For everybody got they hands out like I owe you nigga I don't owe you nothin' Cruisin' late night by myself down a dark road Hope they don't know I'm coming How you turn on your niggas for them crackers, let 'em take your soul That shit ain't a hundred, yeah