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young lay – all about my $fetti lyrics

f/ mac mall, ray luv

the definition of a playa hata:
a busta
a b-tch with a d-ck
a violator of the sixth bar of the mack game
“man, you know that n-gg- khayree f-ckin mac mall on his money, man
you know that n-gg- lay ain’t gon’ get paid
heard ray luv in jail and sh-t”
little old b-tch–ss m-th-f-ckas
mac mall
young lay
ray luv
i’ma need y’all to come in, man
i need the whole young black brotha records line-up to come in
and spit some game to these lil’ old b-tches with d-cks
playa-hatin busta–ss nuthin–ss n-gg-s
now you nuthin–ss n-gg-s check game

hey playa, don’t it be a point in your life
where you just wanna smoke a m-th-f-cka, man?
(f-ck yeah!)
man you get to trippin on some of that wild sh-t
hoes and flauntin sh-t
a n-gg- tryina kick back, man, you know
be real about his fetti though
they all in a n-gg- mix
what’s up, mac mall, ray luv
what’s up, playas?

hey man, that be them inner way–ss n-gg-s, lay
cuz it’s like this, man:
when my alb-m came out, man
next thing you know it’s a million m-th-f-ckas in my face
askin me so many questions
sh-t…

young ray luv, what’s up man?
(jealous–ss muthfaf-ckas…)
yo, we tryina come real about the fetti though
(h-ll yeah)
that’s right

check this out
you know we all about that money, man
got no time to be trippin on that stupid sh-t
little old biaatch

ah, it’s goin down
(that’s right)
but anyway
who finna serve em some of that old pimp sh-t, man?
(i think ray luv)
your n-gg- young ray luv in the house
(i think i’m finna come on first)
tell em m-th-f-ckas

[ ray luv ]
one mo’ time for the streets of killa cali
grew up on the dank and shootin dice up in the alley
back when n-gg-s had names like rock tee, chin and b-tta
o.g. game from the m-th-f-ckin gutter
i guess it was cool when a n-gg- had no riches
cuz n-gg-s didn’t p.h. and run they mouths like b-tches
much love for the hood, what up, n-gg-, where’s my homies?
show love for these n-gg-s, but they ain’t got no love for me
jealous as f-ck when i got love from the crest n-gg-s
but all i get is mean mugs from you west n-gg-s
now that i think these m-th-f-ckas is so funny
‘ll peel a n-gg-‘s cap for a trick–ss n-body
(you better check your heart and your brain, man
i think you n-gg-s need to get up on some game, man)
picked up on your ho, i’m gettin jocked by your steady
all i want the money though, i’m all about my fetti
n-gg-

money money money’s all i know
i gots no time to waste with you trickin punk-hoes
money money money’s all i see
you need to get some game and quit f-ckin with me
moneeey
(i’m all about my fetti)
money

[ mac mall ]
now half of these n-gg-s is falsified
the rest is full of mess, so they tend to hide
a lotta them is cowards who be actin hard
some is tired–ss tricks who will never get far
some is straight dopefiends tryina grind they lley
but they still pushin pebbles to this m-th-f-ckin day
some start funk over hoes and blame it on somethin else
them n-gg-s need to check theyself
but the sucker that i hate the most
is the busta full of envy, mad cuz he broke
every night he be stressin, thinkin that his hoe wanna get me
i wouldn’t f-ck her with yo d-ck, she ain’t got nothin to give me
cuz your n-gg- is broke, so hoe, i know you’re starvin
so you won’t have to worry about mac mall harmin
your boyfriend and girlfriend relationship
i got my money and my cuddies, who needs a b-tch?
mac mall will never get played
i’ma stay ses ways
and you know i’m all about that money

that’s all i know, n-gg-
f-ck them hoes and them n-gg-s
that’s all i see in the triple c
stop f-ckin with me
i’m all about my fetti
i’m all about my fetti

yeah, my n-gg- young lay
come serve these fools

[ young lay ]
gettin blimped with a tramp up on? confusin what’s right
to hide the doubt, so i grab my money and my lle’, high
why do these youngsters by so nervous,
n-gg-s creepin thru these turfs
plus these po-po’s tryin to serve us ill
but i kick back and just act with my f-ckin clan
and kick that gangsta rap and spit about my gangsta macks
on rap tracks and spit for those that copy free
and givin they dap and tellin me it ain’t a day without drink and weed
g’s get stacked, now who’s a mack, yeah, the n-gg- shook ya
ki’s of crack get cut down, but but not by the cook up
but yo, they crookers, watchin me all the time
but i keep lookin and keep a nine by my spine
or to my side, cuz when i ride you’ll never know
but if it’s over some dough, young lay is quick to let it go
and let him know, n-gg-, that this is loc side
home of the mack, playa pros, squares run and hide
cuz tonight we gonna do it just like this
but if your hoe is choosin, n-gg-, the mic’s in my fist
some of this mixed with a whole lotta that
old fuelin with new, it made my fetti fat

ah yeah
youknowmsayin?
there it is right there
and there you have it, m-th-f-ckas
straight m-th-f-ckin game
from three pimpin–ss young playin–ss m-th-f-ckas
ray luv
mac mall
and young pimpin–ss lay
youknowmsayin?
they just touched it on that 6th bar of them 32 m-th-f-ckin bars
you m-th-f-ckin busta–ss n-gg-s with complexes
broke punk–ss m-th-f-ckas that always got your m-th-f-ckin nose
into somebody else sh-t
now what you need to be doin
is gettin your own m-th-f-ckin game tight
you understand me?
and eh – youknowmsayin
put some fetti in your own m-th-f-ckin pockets
‘stead of runnin round here talkin bout what the f-ck is we doin
youknowmsayin?
cjz we straight dwellin on the green
ain’t got no time for that in-between
youknowmsayin?
so all you busta–ss n-gg-s
f-ck y’all, we all about the fetti, man

- young lay lyrics

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