These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you Eww, you niggas disgust me And they ain't
just do me a solid Ya'll stay and pocket like wallets Cus you can't see me Closed eye lids (ugh) nighty nitee I'm with a model chick, Tyra thick Heidi
me [Hook:] If you ain't with a real nigga, then who are you with? How you ride doesn't matter what kind of car you get? I love my real bitches, fuck
ain't stepped in blood, those are Lou B's We don't follow, unless you lead us into VIP When they know your face, they don't need to see ID I can see the
then off in their taxes Contracts is confusing, but don?t worry they?ll appoint you a lawyer for you whore you Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you
t stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop [Verse 2] I take
that ain't hard When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans You prolly got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the
dude you messed with's a wanksta (Ohh) Damn homie, ya girl is wit the Street Fam homie And she ain't fuckin' wit you [Mike Shorey] It's a shame you lames
: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)] If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come
you If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you If you won't ride with me, then I won
but I ain't praying too much Cause I be sinning everyday so I ain't praying enough And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough But if it's
fast I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out make
o'clock news You ride in a what (what's up), don't get it fucked up Or twisted, cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up And die in that truck (be cautious
gift When the verses is spit I never also purchase shit (shit) Fuck 'em all, I know fuck 'em all Fuck they ass up if they fuckin' with the Lord You get
the game couldn't eat I'm the player Ly put in the game as a cheat Ya'll just tryin' to slide in the game in my cleats Ya'll could never be a ghetto
sh-t Don't mind them, they just talking baby They know they can't f-ck with me baby (That mean they can't f-ck with you) You tell them like that bitch
lucky I ain't seized or maim Get shot or stuck up standin at them C-Lo games But now shit with these skios changed I ain't know why the fuck they used
puttin out that official shit. And this right here? Its the hangover [x3] yeah yeah [Verse 1] All purple like the wavens hit you with mixtapes till your fuckin