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Okay my name YG and I came to play
f*ck then I bust a nut why ainât perfect
yeah Iâm a real nigga I aintâ got time to fake
the glock..like a fan high would you mind ..
Iâm on the grind to my mama f*ck a 9 to 5
I get money f*ck bitches thatâs my alibi
Iâm laughing in your bitch p**sy ..
ha ha ha ha ha..
but anyway Iâm getting paid
yeah I get it how im livin
treat the game like a spider
in my house I gotta kill it
okay big dick bandit yeah your bitch know
we outside smoking that indo
in my mama benzo, in my mama benzo..
Ima cute young nigga and my mama friends know
give her a bottle of ciroc and a thizz pill ..
and if she aint fuckin throw her out the windshield
Real nigga, real nigga I ainât never lie
change hoes like channels got this bitches televised ..
hit that puff puff now a young nigga hella high..
and I can show you how to make it in America
how you ride, how you ride on the 24 bitches
hotel room weed drank and 24 bitches
yes thatâs how Iâm living and Iâll never change the price
Livinâ..
a hundred thousand in the brief case like I won a sweep stakes
party wit aristocratic bitches bring the cheese plate
I really am this ..and you just seem great
weight of the world on my shoulders till my knees break ..
give em E pills, tell them be still
I got them donuts for you and they cream filled
got expensive clothes and extensive flow
designer brands that you'll never own,
a second phone that Iâm never on
eatin' philet mignon from her restaurant
and thatâs p**sy not before money
itâs Mac Miller, YG 4 Hunnit
so hit me up with that dust to split
you mad that little white boy f*cked your bitch
sorry next time youâd better cuff that chick
âcause she ainât never gonna get enough for this
[Hook:]
Okay Iâm ridin through the city wit the top down
like the first day of summer niggas hot now
I got bars of flow put you on lockdown
this ain't the weight room but my niggas got pounds
I hit the block then I bounce he a young nigga gone
just gave your bitch dick
she keep blowin up my phone
what the f*ck is going on
tell that bitch leave me alone
she only look good in my whip or in a thong
I meet a bitch treat a bitch f*ck her then I leave the bitch
f*cked her with the lights off she aint even seen the dick
and if she look bad you know Iâma hit the bitch
now she all on a nigga like cheetah print
Iâm on mars and my flow on Jupiter
wrist go dumb but my chain go stupider
Iâm the shit bitch i'll have yo nigga scoop wit her
but I heavenly father can you protect me from lucifer
[Hook:]
- Album:
- Why You Always Hatin? (Single)
- Still Brazy
- FDT (Single)
- Red Friday (Mixtape)
- Twist My Fingaz (Single)
- My Krazy Life
- Blame It On the Streets
- My Hitta (Single)
- 4 Hunnid Degreez
- The Real 4Fingaz (Mixtape)
- 4Fingaz (Mixtape)
- Patty Cake (Single)
- Non-Album Releases
- Toot It And Boot It (Single)
- Still Brazy (Deluxe)
- Ratchet Season
- Patty Cake (Edited Version)
- Toot It And Boot It (Edited Version)
- Super Jerkin Vol 1
- White T (Original Music Soundtrack Inspired By The Movie)