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ft tha city paper young buck - i see why (ft. tha city paper) - young buck lyrics

[hook]
i got all this money round me
all these goons around me
all these d boys round me
got all this dope around me
oh no, i see why they talk about me
oh no, i see why they talk about me
i got all these killers round me
all these robbers round me
all these hoes around me
got all these b-tches round me
oh no, i see why they talk about me
oh no, i see why they talk about me

[verse 1]
yeah, see way them n-gg-s gasing up again
all they make is slaps
toe got my money, oh this yo mtv raps
fast money, i can sprint thousand laps
hit my booster up, my daughter need some sh-t from baby gap
fifteen pounds of purps and thirty-five pounds of mid
sell me like four zips of molly’s
i ain’t really know that it came like this
lil ray-ray clean my forges
he let him clean my crib
he told me he do carbon,
h-ll i told him i do flip
real n-gg- sh-t straight up,
all bullsh-t to the side
one more time for my joe n-gg-s
getting off airmax 95
yeah, drop top b-mping that lupe
hard top b-mping that old face
pull me off with a half of plug
gotta let that b-tch off the fourway
right hand up i’m real n-gg-
my homie locked up, i’m still with you
young n-gg- strapping at the barber shop
had a quarter ounce strapped and hilfiger
said some n-gg-s rather be pimping
but me i ball like michael jeffrey
it’s bringing me some of they good sh-t
lit a fizz up, call it a dirty piff

[hook]

[verse 2]
got me laid up in this days inn
sixty dollar rooms
the young n-gg-s been getting it off
ever since we brought it to em’
can’t be paranoid, picking it up
or under pressure, whippin it up
couple n-gg-s i know took a fall ain’t never getting it up
i’m telling papi send it up
baking soda blend it up
i told the mayor f-ck yourself
selling dope because my rent is up
hey all my cars tinted up
i need my picture centered up
your lil b-tch don’t stand a chance
i like my b-tches thick as f-ck
my click deserve a kodak moment
smile, say cheese n-gg-s
hey get this, the bread letters catch up on these n-gg-s
going once, going twice, what your life cost
fifteen hunned pounds, in the bas-m-nt with the lights out
my old lady counting three mill and can’t tell you where we live
i’m just drankin champagne in true religion in green hills
chanel 5 sent me a tweet asked me did i buy my chain?
i thought y’all had all the news b-tch
i’ve been doing my thang

[hook]

- ft tha city paper young buck lyrics

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