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(313 Mafia)
This how we gon' do it
Man, you was just a bitch yesterday, how you back savage?
You was just a bitch yesterday, how you back savage?
You was just a bitch yesterday, how? (Ayy, talk to 'em, War)
You was just a bitch yesterday, how you back savage?
Fuckin' on your bitch right now, she steady back scratchin'
Gotta hide the knife from you niggas that be back-stabbin' (Yeah)
Went broke a couple times and now I'm livin' back lavish
Ice on my neck, nigga, get me a jacket
She keep on interrupting all my sessions, got a me habit
Gotta stop forcing shit, just let it happen
I was just bored and shit, that's how we happened
My torso got these four chains and I'm on the mic snappin'
Supposed to be a sixty-four chain, but the chain kept snappin'
I don't know your whore name, don't come to me about it
Sad that you wanna sell her body for cannabis flower
I done did a lot of drugs, I never fucked with powder
Startin' to think this a setup, she textin' every hour
Cruisin' in this 430 and I got your ho with me
Come and get your ho dirty, she get knee-print in it
Made a lot of niggas, man
That I don't gotta sign my life away (Sign)
I got some music I could drop on any day
Don't drop, you gon' flop anyway
I'm in this shit 'til my motherfuckin' heart stop
Know why my heart knock
You don't own shit, have that zero block
She givin' head with no rooftop
You better watch that bitch, you know the lady at the [?]
I'm tryna settle down right now, keep sayin' "Woosah"
Woosah, she know I'm a winner, I ain't ever been a loser
You still care to lose her, pounds in Chattanooga
Dread-head rasta, spinnin'- spinnin' in this bitch, loggin' in with my chakra
Depression is fatal, R.I.P. Lil Poppa
I got a new P.P.P., professional pussy popper
And this bitch from Mexico, she made me enchiladas
I don't think I'm Prince, but I think that I'm a pop star
I don't think I'm Kiss, but I think that I'm a rock star
I think you told some shit in the back of that cop car
Lot of niggas 'round me, I'm gettin' anxious
Niggas get weird when you famous
Even with these bitches, it's no difference
You in a predicament 'cause you didn't listen
All you had to do was listen, listen
All you had to do was listen
All you had to do (That's all), was listen
That's all you had to do was listen
All you had to do was listen, listen
All you had to do was listen
All you had to do (That's all), was listen
That's all you had to do was listen
(Ayy, talk to 'em, War)
This how we gon' do it
Man, you was just a bitch yesterday, how you back savage?
You was just a bitch yesterday, how you back savage?
You was just a bitch yesterday, how? (Ayy, talk to 'em, War)
You was just a bitch yesterday, how you back savage?
Fuckin' on your bitch right now, she steady back scratchin'
Gotta hide the knife from you niggas that be back-stabbin' (Yeah)
Went broke a couple times and now I'm livin' back lavish
Ice on my neck, nigga, get me a jacket
She keep on interrupting all my sessions, got a me habit
Gotta stop forcing shit, just let it happen
I was just bored and shit, that's how we happened
My torso got these four chains and I'm on the mic snappin'
Supposed to be a sixty-four chain, but the chain kept snappin'
I don't know your whore name, don't come to me about it
Sad that you wanna sell her body for cannabis flower
I done did a lot of drugs, I never fucked with powder
Startin' to think this a setup, she textin' every hour
Cruisin' in this 430 and I got your ho with me
Come and get your ho dirty, she get knee-print in it
Made a lot of niggas, man
That I don't gotta sign my life away (Sign)
I got some music I could drop on any day
Don't drop, you gon' flop anyway
I'm in this shit 'til my motherfuckin' heart stop
Know why my heart knock
You don't own shit, have that zero block
She givin' head with no rooftop
You better watch that bitch, you know the lady at the [?]
I'm tryna settle down right now, keep sayin' "Woosah"
Woosah, she know I'm a winner, I ain't ever been a loser
You still care to lose her, pounds in Chattanooga
Dread-head rasta, spinnin'- spinnin' in this bitch, loggin' in with my chakra
Depression is fatal, R.I.P. Lil Poppa
I got a new P.P.P., professional pussy popper
And this bitch from Mexico, she made me enchiladas
I don't think I'm Prince, but I think that I'm a pop star
I don't think I'm Kiss, but I think that I'm a rock star
I think you told some shit in the back of that cop car
Lot of niggas 'round me, I'm gettin' anxious
Niggas get weird when you famous
Even with these bitches, it's no difference
You in a predicament 'cause you didn't listen
All you had to do was listen, listen
All you had to do was listen
All you had to do (That's all), was listen
That's all you had to do was listen
All you had to do was listen, listen
All you had to do was listen
All you had to do (That's all), was listen
That's all you had to do was listen
(Ayy, talk to 'em, War)
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