Que
Know what's going on
Ayy, us niggas from the north, we like to rob and shit (fuck shit up)
Splittin' licks, pots 'till my whole squad was rich (woah)
Never fuckin' with these flawed ass crews and cliques
Keep the tool case I gotta unscrew your shit
Cut these niggas and these hoes on some groupie shit
They talk behind your back but in your face be on your dick
That's why I stay close with my dawgs
These white collar crime ass niggas be frauds
I'm quick to stiff arm all my niggas and ball on a bitch
I'm driving fast, bending corners sipping slow on my whip
I keep my hoes segregated, on my Jim Crow shit
And my patience is short but I keep a extended clip
You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, nigga
You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga
You ain't rich, you don't ball, nigga
You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga
You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga
You ain't shit but a dawg, nigga
You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga
You ain't shit, you just a dawg, nigga
I got a bitch named Lula, she a real dick chewer
Got a neck just like a rooster, seen her deepthroat a chalupa
And Lula keep her head by my waist like Medusa
Let her blow me like a hooker, then I call her ass a Uber
Bet she ain't like the red, Lord when I fuck her breasts
Love playing catch when I shoot it on a cheque
Got a Asian that sucky-sucky even though, she got a hubby, she ain't really luvy-duby
And that's why I chose her
Que killing bitches like he James "Whitey" Bulger
Diggin', I be in a bitch stomach like a ulcer (keep going)
Red got a top like what's in the block
Told you more than once, that I'ma die when they shoulda kept the kid alive
You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, nigga
You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga
You ain't rich, you don't ball, nigga
You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga
You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga
You ain't shit but a dawg, nigga
You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga
You ain't shit, you just a dawg, nigga
I could give a fuck about your Benz or your couple of friends, you just a
Trick nigga that ain't my cup of tea
On your best day, nigga, you couldn't fuck with me
I'm a pimp, true, but you can still get punched to sleep
You could never be a better dawg than me
I fuck your baby mama mouth until her jaws squeak
Then tell her don't let the door hit you with the good Lord split you
Keep a bitch's coochie wet like the Chattahoochee river
Do it like Future in my white Gucci slippers
You take the bitch to Ruth Chris, I take the bitch to Krystal
On first string, shootin' three, I'm in the league
I taker her money from her, you take her to Tiffany's, nigga (Que)
You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, nigga
You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga
You ain't rich, you don't ball, nigga
You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga
You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga
You ain't shit but a dawg, nigga
You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga
You ain't shit, you just a dawg, nigga
Kid Classic Que Know what's going on Ayy, us niggas from the north, we like to rob and shit (fuck shit up) Splittin' licks, pots 'till my whole squad was rich (woah) Never fuckin' with these flawed ass crews and cliques Keep the tool case I gotta unscrew your shit Cut these niggas and these hoes on some groupie shit They talk behind your back but in your face be on your dick That's why I stay close with my dawgs These white collar crime ass niggas be frauds I'm quick to stiff arm all my niggas and ball on a bitch I'm driving fast, bending corners sipping slow on my whip I keep my hoes segregated, on my Jim Crow shit And my patience is short but I keep a extended clip You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, nigga You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga You ain't rich, you don't ball, nigga You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit but a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you just a dawg, nigga I got a bitch named Lula, she a real dick chewer Got a neck just like a rooster, seen her deepthroat a chalupa And Lula keep her head by my waist like Medusa Let her blow me like a hooker, then I call her ass a Uber Bet she ain't like the red, Lord when I fuck her breasts Love playing catch when I shoot it on a cheque Got a Asian that sucky-sucky even though, she got a hubby, she ain't really luvy-duby And that's why I chose her Que killing bitches like he James "Whitey" Bulger Diggin', I be in a bitch stomach like a ulcer (keep going) Red got a top like what's in the block Told you more than once, that I'ma die when they shoulda kept the kid alive You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, nigga You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga You ain't rich, you don't ball, nigga You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit but a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you just a dawg, nigga I could give a fuck about your Benz or your couple of friends, you just a Trick nigga that ain't my cup of tea On your best day, nigga, you couldn't fuck with me I'm a pimp, true, but you can still get punched to sleep You could never be a better dawg than me I fuck your baby mama mouth until her jaws squeak Then tell her don't let the door hit you with the good Lord split you Keep a bitch's coochie wet like the Chattahoochee river Do it like Future in my white Gucci slippers You take the bitch to Ruth Chris, I take the bitch to Krystal On first string, shootin' three, I'm in the league I taker her money from her, you take her to Tiffany's, nigga (Que) You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, nigga You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga You ain't rich, you don't ball, nigga You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit but a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you just a dawg, nigga Explain Request ×
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