Preme – Gotta Be lyrics

[Intro] Young Reign Reps up boss nigga You know what time it is [Verse 1] I'm still a king Incase you forgot nigga And this money still ain't a thing Sellin work, you need a job nigga? Call my nigga hyper Shooters out in london Bitch, my son swag Even my daughter stuntin' Young nigga hold your status like I'm 80 somethin' Still don't trust women Tell my lady nothin' Don't tell me lies, now don't tell me lies Cause you looking at the truth Uh, club Kane in the booth Pistols out the roof I'm superman in the coupe Never put bitches before your niggas Never put money before your niggas Cause together I bet it we gonna get it You niggas sweet And bitch I'm diabetic I know gangsters make the world go round And this rollie on my wrist will make your girl go down I run my city, did 100 laps around the town So much money in the room you gotta walk around [Hook] Ridin with the chrome, that's how its gotta be Cause all these niggas want my throne, that's how its gotta be I'm paranoid on my way home, that's how its gotta be Cause all these feds watching my phone, that's how its gotta be These niggas never show me love, that's how its gotta be Got 20 bottles in the club, that's how its gotta be I'll fuck them bitches on the rug, that's how its gotta be A nigga still don't give a fuck, that's how its gotta be [Verse 2] Fuck undercovers, I'm fuckin cover girls Hoes with no underwear, welcome to the underworld Connected with mafia so my block is loco We get the kilos on the d-low down from Acapulco Gangsta and greedy, the money don't come easy Fuck it, if there's a profit better come with it Never needy, chasing money like it's Weezy So many birds, we need the trucks fitted Must have lost your watch Bitch you out of time Flatline if you out of line and it's bottom line Our only care in this world of crime is the dollar sign Shoot up the club like its 99' cause I fuck with Shyne [Hook] Ridin with the chrome, that's how its gotta be Cause all these niggas want my throne, that's how its gotta be I'm paranoid on my way home, that's how its gotta be Cause all these feds watching my phone, that's how its gotta be These niggas never show me love, that's how its gotta be Got 20 bottles in the club, that's how its gotta be I'll fuck them bitches on the rug, that's how its gotta be A nigga still don't give a fuck, that's how its gotta be [Verse 3] Man, why mad niggas rap though Fuck that, where the bad bitches at though Kill the mice and get the cheese out the trap though Kill the pussy might slide it in the back though I'm just playin, fuck it, what I'm sayin Fuck your shit up, my goons'll just buck You dudes I don't trust, them hoes I don't love She say "I'm bout to cum—bout to cum", don't rush [?] these motherfuckers But I still hear my mama sayin baby don't cuss These hoes said hold up, I told her to roll up Grab the weed, grab the dick, go nuts Bang bang with niggas that gangbang Stay in your lane you rockin a no name No chain, nigga, no chain Ooooh, broke nigga no shame Ooooh, go night night nigga 20 goons lookin like fright night nigga 20 chains lookin like a bright light nigga Better fire your jeweler cause your ice look dimma' Cole ass world, been a born ass sinna' Wrist game lookin like a cold ass winter Call my wolves, cause you look like dinner Lights out, strike out, boy you ain't no hitter Explain Request ×

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