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joey galaxy - master p lyrics

(intro)
yeah, young ca$h
aka joey galaxy
yeah, p wuddup?
win squad
yeah, volcanic, yeah

(hook)
i’m on my master p sh-t, d-mn by the by
take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us
bricks in the home or on the highway
choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways
heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about
9 piece on my wrist, yea they know i got it
9 piece on my waist, yea they know i got it
i’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it

(verse)
when i jumped off that porch i had dreams of money making
keys fresh off the boat, i’m tired of seeing my mama slave
lights red and card notes
got a n-gg- out here paper chasin
but i’m gon always eat dough
none of these people can free base me
loud pipe from la, my blood n-gg-s in the next day
sh-t here my driveway and it’s all go by the next day
i am a young general, money comin in plentiful
and i’m just getting started b-tch, nowhere near my peticle
we keep cutters on standby
cuz always one n-gg- wanna try
never seen a man cry til i seen a man die
we in the hood like burger bars
n-gg-s are catchin murder charge
flee the city for a couple weeks
to get right back in the hood selling hard
we bout it

(verse)
b-tch i’m bout it bout it, slidin round and chop about me
n-gg- sweet like 30 flavors at the baskin robins
let’s hop off to guinee, that’s where i’m ridin careless
i keep that zulu maneuver, do em like paul marlo
bust a n-gg- who runnin up, hit that and i load it up
if a n-gg- want that beef boy that full fire get destroyed
two 4’s on that new toy and that clutch jerked like newports
real n-gg-, no flaw ball, bad b-tch on my polo
speechless n-gg- don’t do yall
see my kind don’t do law
ace hood in this sh-thole, p-ssy n-gg- you a rook paul
i’m bout it bout it, nothing modest, i’m bout the profit
gotta get them dollars, they forgot that i was a problem

(verse)
i’m worldwide but it’s g sh-t
startin off with that p sh-t
mood on me, that young jeezy and i’m on to that me sh-t
fed time, i did that
big licks, i hit that
took yo hoe, f-cked yo hoe, now you can have yo b-tch back
cross me, no switchback (i’m gunnin for you, n-gg-)
this choppa here got a scope on it (wutchu want it for my n-gg-?)
i hope them boys got knocked off, sh-t something’s gotta happen
if you got the plug then step up it’s soulja’s turn to captain
let’s get it homie, getting stones in my range rover
you can ask for ounce, i sell em hoes til the game’s over
been to prison once, i feel like 4-leaf clovers
and i don’t front family or friends, they’ll f-ck you over

- joey galaxy lyrics

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