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Haters approach but they DOA`d
Try next week we ain`t with it today It ain`t my fault you got no money You need to go get you some, won`t make me none I hit hard like a slam drum Slum and slang with a ton of games Wreck my brain, my patience wearing in Fake friends trying to blend in It tend to get on my nerves My circles get `sturbed Split a check firt a real man Chula furs Try to make it home but he struck on third Me fall off? No sir Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash Snap back quick when It comes to cash That`s when them niggas start watching ya ass But I make `em dizzy you like who is it Chorus:2xs [Jim Crow] The backstabbers keep an eye out You better watch out, before they find out Where you hide out, deep down south Shorty ride out, before ya time out [Cha Cha] How many niggas you know down and crazy Down to lie for the baby, in a ride like y`all To many ladies is jealous of the Mercedes And how close we are lately, that`s why I don`t like broads Either you chickens like all in the business Asking y`all who did it, them inquiring type broads Intimidated cause I could be the misses But I`m like a little sister and I`m tired of liking y`all I only ride shot gun cause it`s rightful Make her hope in the back just to be fightful Just because I know it`s tight when my eyes closed Just as soon as these niggas drop me off she gone be out though Both times I co-signed the whole nine Proved to be ya third eye when you go blind Know I`m, Miss Cha Cha sadiddy Off the top and many, pop them any And the Crow out to get him Chorus: What`s it`s gone be is you and me We in the middle of the streets, it`s midnight You got a problem wit me my nigga, then get right But sit tight, hold on I got shit up on my mind And every time I rhyme I represent niggas that grind And I find that these gold digging hoes, they out to get a nigga Fuck up my foes and enemies, I`m bout to hit a nigga Let a nigga mettle wit not cheddar, will I kill a nigga? Just because he jealous of the fellas got him drinking liquor Thinking that a nigga is slipping, but I ain`t shorty Damn what you keep money for? In the bank shorty, (Wanna get some) Well I can`t doubt it, might as well forget about it Lot of folk talk I`m talking shit about him Jack move, get up out it When we pull the ball out to test, so bitch I been bout it Mama said attend college Make it big, my friends doubt it In 5 years I`m gone buy myself about 10 houses Get chin from 10 shorties at the same time Jump in my whip, hit the strip then shine Cha Cha, Jim Crow, Noontime Oww, I`m so fresh like a shoe shine I ain`t lying Chorus:
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