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e 40 – dey ain’t no lyrics


zapp iv beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
water in the duals make loud gl-ss pack
gold tippytoes without a liquor crown
bought a set of vogues and left the, stickers on
seven grand worth a buck for the trunks
paid cash, all ones
some old b-tch came up to me and said, “what’s the latest bro?”
i said, “i’m tryin to have more chips than las vegas hoe”
she said, “can i roll with you? i get the d-cks hard”
i said, “you can work the strips and on my boulevard”
“how much would i make?” i said, “mega
just bring me back my scrill scratch paper”
heart heart money money street street hustle
s-x, drugs, smuggle, bubble
h-rns, dialin, speakers, subbin
sound just like the inside of a club-bin
how many times could a conrad come so b-ttery?
always on to’ back have people lovin me
alcoholic drunk that ain’t no gimmick b
i’m always in and out the betty ford clinic see
drunk paraphenalia cream b-tterscotch
illegal like a garbage of hover rocks
workin off my pager you know the ropes i’m makin that
cabbage cornbread like oprah
diamond satch-uels from ja-f-ckin-hoe
pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt
in a major way i tried to told ya
n-gg-z have my sh-t f-cked back in the days but now they know a
sold a bunch of units underground
they was b-mpin save a hoe in every town
rumor has it that i died i got smoked main
but i’m alive, they was talkin about somebody else main

we say dem n-gg-z p.h.
but dey really ain’t knowin, dey ain’t no
me rather stack more papes
and steady get to bubblin, yeah fo’ sho’

revenues, on my mind
i can’t hold back, now’s the time
bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw
fool had his spook on tried to steal my car
da bay, where hoes be janky, sheist
and n-gg-z, do so much dirt we got lice
prices, go up and down like a teeter-totter
filthy sh-t, ring around the collar
just the other day i heard a bootsy n-gg- shout
“man that n-gg- don’t be doin all that d-mn sh-t he talk about”
fools think they know me think they got me figured out
but n-gg-… n-gg-?!
i plays this sh-t for bread and meat
so n-gg- if you feel froggish leap
i don’t smoke dog food sherm loop or snow
but i leave a trail of beadies everywhere i go
so tell a friend like alpha beta
i’m gonna get it like t.c. the money maker, i know you’re with it
mayday mayday, unexplained object comin your way
breaker breaker it’s e-40 b-tches call me the ahh
ballin -ss, tight clean talkin big willer
money hungry, penny pinchin stingy n-gg-
on the sc-rilla, always on the go-getter
scoop a baitch and we can split her


me have no time for de bullsh-ters (4x)

- e 40 lyrics

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