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lil maddman - motivation lyrics

[intro chorus]
all these bustahs talkin shiiit..(jus my motivation)
and plus dat sorri -ss biiiitch.. (jus my motivation)
haters all yu really is..(jus my motivation)
(jus my motivation)(jus my motivation)

[verse 1]
maddman i k!ll flo, i got slapp & that’s real bro
it’s teemdeep until i’m sleep, said i still drank & i still blow
kan’t stop & i won’t quit.. p-ss me upp wit dat bullsht
i’mma be tha same the first one to bang, call yu out yo name, leave yo dome split
run home b-tch, kuz these streets is hot
when the wolves out, then the sheep get got
eat til i’m full, i don’t take no bull
i said i bagg the loot upp & shake the spott
hit the labb & kreate the knock.. put real spitt on a kold mixx
put real d-ck on a kold btch, wit a real cl!ck & i won’t switch
stall me out wit dat punk sh-t, stuff dat -ss in a trunk, quick
take ya for a ride, it’s a homicide, kuz it’s do or die where i’m frum, quit?
that ain’t in me, try to send me, to the grave, to the cell
hurt me, hate me, interrogate me.. maddman, i won’t neva tell
my teem, i won’t neva fail, du me & won’t neva sell
out for nuthin, smokin, hustlin, only bow down to the 1 i trust in
gettin it in, like n0body else could get it
i mean, doin the thang, like n0body ever did it
when i spit it i k!ll it, it’s all real so they feel it
i cooked upp tha dope, now i’m bout to go deal it

[chorus]
all these bustahs talkin shiiit..(jus my motivation)
and plus dat sorri -ss biiiitch.. (jus my motivation)
haters all yu really is..(jus my motivation)
(jus my motivation)(jus my motivation)

[verse 2]
kold spitt, yu hott n-gga? talkin bout wut i’m not n-gga?
madd kuz yu want my spot, n-gga don’t fck around & get shot, n-gga
laid out on tha konkrete, i toss weapon & beat feet
i lay tracks, & i spit facts, & i get scratch & my teemdeep
bring heat, stay bustin homie
these hoes, don’t trust ‘em, phony
fake btches, jus like snitches
steady run ya mouth, tear my fckin house down
i’m frum the v-town, i smoke up a pound, i spit
burn the booth off tha 80 proof wit no mixx
stay on that gangsta sht
no thank yu b-tch, i don’t need no drama
but yu badd enuff & i stab enuff, yu gon prolly be my nex baby momma
y’all think that’s sad.. i think it’s kinda cute
like yu talkin sh-t, go head make yo move, kuz me & my dus been dyin ta shoot
das how i’m livin, yuhhh, das how i feel, yuhyuhyuhyuh
stay on ma grind, i mean overtime, til i’m countin mils
& that’s very real, don’t carry steel less yu reddi to popp
got ’em buzzin errywhere kuz my product hit tha block

[chorus]
all these bustahs talkin shiiit..(jus my motivation)
and plus dat sorri -ss biiiitch.. (jus my motivation)
haters all yu really is..(jus my motivation)
(jus my motivation)(jus my motivation)

refrain

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