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b.g. (baby gangsta) - gotta get it lyrics

[verse 1: b.g.]
in my city n-gga life like a chess game
uptown anybody could be next mane
i switch lanes on em
reverse the game on em
its a must to stay a couple of steps ahead on em
ive been out sh-t
survived the worst sh-t
i mean i was really on some heat first sh-t
stalked a n-gga put him on a t shirt sh-t
then go to the funeral and carry the herse sh-t
yeah its real in the field n-gga and what
i still hustle shine and get my s-x up
i still grind f-ck em what ima slack what
they pop drama but they bounce right back uh

[chorus: b.g.]
gotta get that money gotta get that
gotta get that money gotta get that
gotta get that money gotta get that
you know where the l!cks at n-gga where the bricks at

[verse 2: soulja slim]
i’m ridin in cars straight from the factory, or straight from the showroom
i’m in that hatch back, on a dro run
12 in the engin, n-gga, you know where i’m goin
to the carwash, i was broke, imma show m
hundred carrots on the arm, hundred carots on the charm
try the lifestyle if you want, you don’t have to leave them harmed
how could i see you brothers, i’m in a new thang, sittin on peanut b-tter
i need supper, easy for me to say
my team, we get double
se mee in the other thing, in that pink carraira
lean in my rear view set, cause i have to see
the red lights like the tairorests, they after me

[chorus: b.g.]
gotta get that money gotta get that
gotta get that money gotta get that
gotta get that money gotta get that
you know where the l!cks at n-gga where the bricks at

[verse 3: juvenile]
n-gga, you know how i do
look at me, i look at you
ridin in the escolade, i’m ridin in an escolade too
playa, f-ck your 24s, i chuck up duces
f-ck with me, i use this baby uzi
mono wasn’t real, i think you trippin, let me proove it
hoes say i blaze it with m, but she gone off that x
b-tch, pop this here
f-ck me to death, think of me 2 weeks later
that p-ssy get wet
b-tch, you been poppin, you’s a pill poppin hoe
she say she like slow motion, she want me to f-ck her slow
i tap on that -ss, three times for the third
no, i keep it real for my my n-ggas, my nerves
na, never give a f-ck, and that visionary told me
baby daddy get dipped in that whip, worth 40
i told that p-ssy n-gga when i see him on the street
imma kick him in his -ss, knock out his f-ckin teath

[chorus: b.g.]
gotta get that money gotta get that
gotta get that money gotta get that
gotta get that money gotta get that
you know where the l!cks at n-gga where the bricks at

- b g baby gangsta lyrics

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