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hot wuk – anything goes lyrics

eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes
eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes
young n-gg- tryin’ to get rich, posted up with this sh-t
on the grind tryin’ to slang that m-th-f-ckin’ sh-t
servin’ the fiends the ice cream, you mean that crack
bullets can’t man tag, one time for the gat
can he make it, will he fake it
fiends call him betty crocker, ’cause he got the bacon
you get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho
choppin’ it up like fat, gettin’ hit on that pager
’cause it’s all about the skrilla, n-gg-
pockets gettin’ bigga
pockets gettin’ swolled
but gettin’ dubbed by a gold digger
now some choose to pimp hoes and some hoes pimp them
whatever it may be, everybody against them
eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes
eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes
n-gg-s h-ttin’ the b-ss, straight playa
but you gotta watch your back for them f-ckin’ hatas
if i were a football player, i’d probably be lawrence taylor
blockin’ these hatas off, be mad
’cause they know master p’s got it goin’ man
that’s why i f-ck your b-tch but she ain’t sh-t
and everybody in the hood know the hoe suck d-ck
but you ’cause you lame
but like ice cube said, “let’s cut out the little man”
you need an ounce of this real game
it ain’t a thang to these tru n-gg-s, ’cause we let our nuts hang
i got love for you, fool you got love for me
but there’s always some sucker talkin’ ’bout wrong p
you need to jump off that gl-ss d-ck
you look like a dope fiend and sound like a b-tch
you want it cooked
i got baking soda for your b-tch -ss, huh
’cause that hoe sh-t won’t last
eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes
eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes
comin’ from the bayou, a triple by the dosage
tryin’ to dodge rats, tend to find c-ckroaches
we flip g’s, no good deeds
down on your knees, kidnapped by g’s
forties with the clip, sh-t float to your forehead
king pay dues, f-ck you to dead b-tch
flip pure game, like the og’s taught me
tryin’ spit game when i’m talkin’ on a forty
eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes
eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes
it’s nothin’ but the g in me, i have a question
big ed is on a funky g lesson
now, how many g’s in the house tonight
and how many g’s spin them gold thangs tight
it’s nothin’ but a g thang baby
i gotta tw-nk on a fubic, can you fade me
n-gg-, ’cause big ed be like tru to it
always wearin’ nikes ’cause i just do it
got more bounce to the ounce
get you drunk like some liquor
gotta [incomprehensible]
’cause he’s rollin’ on my [incomprehensible]
like a weather got my action
grabbin’ on my nuts like my name was micheal jackson
so n-gg- who ride, i ride, slide
but they can’t touch ya
with my tru n-gg-s on my side
and you know i got five on it
but we gotta do this one here for my dead homie
eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes
eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes
a n-gg- tip toe through the do’
you know i’m ’bout 6’4″ plus mo’
so i had to get low
and n-gg-s lookin’ shady
i shook some sh-ll up in my -ss, somebody older
y’all b-tches better pay me
you want me to say it’s all good in my hood, well, i can’t
and anybody that told you it is, they be lyin’, ’cause it ain’t
i hopped in my ride, started fish tailin’
seems i caught a flat, so silkk started 3-wheelin’
eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes
eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
you don’t know the game till you f-ck
that’s how it goes

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