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Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from Niggas ain't own the shit we own [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Everything new I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard (We up!) We need to talk, lining them up Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Yeah, bout to get my head right on this one [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Fuck nigga you fucked over your father, when he gave you a dick should have been a bitch in pajamas Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses I’ll end that rumour and bury you Smell me people, these clowns ain't equal to I Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me uya khumbula mgane wame Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast Yo (Everybody wake up! feeling me I'm round the bullshit like a matador I’m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on) 'fore I get back to sleep, and get some rest M'zone, Rida gang, end of story Everything you aren't, fly nigga soaring, Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari (We up!) Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top You don't do it how we do, Niggas ain't own the shit we own You be that next nigga corners come outline Out of the jungle we come through and prowl They don't do it how we do Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top ‘Round the world tourin’, the city got boring A bitch gotta eat I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me bethe cup We up, nigga Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e I look ahead and you seem to be down Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers. You so special, bedroom or restroom (We up!) Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins) Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans You in a slump cause you not listening Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins) Kendrick Lamar & Kidd Kidd), Yeah, Uh huh HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawg​" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS. Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top I'm scared, this shit don't happens to everybody Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth You invade my space, I'm beatin the case (We up!) Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick Come through I'm smoking it up with my rounds She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury We Up Lyrics by Emtee [Intro] From the village life, to the township. My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus Just keep performing, go girl And I'm taking them out Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, uh-huh uh-huh [Chorus: 50 Cent] An annotation cannot contain another annotation. Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Just keep performing, Go girl Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses with my gauge at the range, nigga I'm nice wit it (We up!) I be havin the illest dreams son (We up!) (Everybody wake up!). All of my niggas that came wit' me are wild I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer when evry1 is saying thy (Ahhh. Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top I gotta drink mad water just to calm me down thirst If i was you I would speak much more carefully Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons) I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer, Debating on should I fuck, or jump on her single About to film a movie, guess who it's starring? Shine's on stuntin', and I'm pullin' out a knot, Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot but front, I'll make it pop The bread, now a nigga run the game boy I'm blessed that's why my neck is glistening I wake up sweatin, holdin my stomach cause it hurt Know what a chick want, know what a chick need Copyright: Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Thomas Bengalter, Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, James Davaughn Iv Lennard, Guy Manuel de Hommen Christo, Curtis Jackson, 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawg​" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS. Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari now lames wanna fight me now (And I love it, and I love it) (We up!) I turn em' out like a bitch with no spouse thata machnce u kiddng me You want the cheeks but she want the cheese Spreading the words like we friends with ya Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Living life with no worries how u lyk me now We Up Lyrics: We up they falling we balling / God damn we up / Stop calling stop stalking / We know we up / edai / Yea we up now she let me fuck / I need that im up now / So what i talk for Everything new, Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons) Bitches they give it up like free soap My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean We up, nigga! / Besthathela phansi Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot I give it up to the one-o-zero, bitch I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy Feels like a nigga dreamin' (dreamin'), feels like a nigga dreamin' (dreamin'). I don't even wanna go to sleep no more (We up!) (We up!) You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat D'D-Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?) besthatela phansi That's right my nigga we up Give me a second to jump out my cloud (We up, we up) tek care a me business every time (Di bucks, di bucks) a di only ting deh pon mi mind (We up, we up) dollar hard gotta get di money Haffi make cents all if ya dummy lets get it fede im down Let a nigga get foul like the wool he smoked, so [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] Yo the shit seem too real, I'm dyin of thirst Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on) I'm on the west but the south is my bound You ain't made of what I'm made of Everything new ), I'm havin dreams of squeezin a gun that don't work Y’all don’t do it how we do I be havin nightmares son 20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib Copyright: Writer(s): Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Albert Johnson Lyrics Terms of Use. (We up!) I made my first million fucking dollars (We up!) With somethin in the stash to push a elephant bean back

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