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lime & f ah why g & jay - we in this bitch lyrics

(verse 1:lime)

look into my closet and my sh-t is looking sh-tty
sh-t stains on my kakis and these t shirts that don’t fit me
time to get some new new
outside the store where the f-ggots be
the threds cost a thou but i’mma rack that sh-t for free
a grade hype rashes that’s why they hate on a g
run up in the place grabbing every f-cking thing i see
some h0m- try stop me so i kick that n-gga in the knee
some b-tch start shouting hook the face stops that expedisously
swaveee yeah yeah this right here a stick up
look to the corner see the camos so pick the whole d-mn rack up
drop a couple t shirts but that’s a minor hick up
bout to leave this b-tch with all this sh-t in my honda that’s the pick up
as im gapping out the store all this gear blocking my eye view
i see this hungry looking dude like hes fiending for the drive thru
i would sock the dude in the eye but i don’t want to drop my new shoes
jump in the ride then i hoon off my new closets in my car boot

(verse 2:f ah why g)

chuck t’s on the feet and im walking down the street
stomach is a rumbling so i finna get myself a feed
im walking past this store and out comes this cat
dressed head to toe carrying clothes still on the racks
hes got about a hundred tshirts on what the f-ck is he doing
getting in a honda and out his pocket falls the chewy
back to my hunger, and i see a hot dog stand
mouth starts watering and my glands start to expand
i reach into my pocket and they’re shallow as f-ck
ain’t nothing in there, not even a quick f-cking buck
i think to my self f-ck it we don’t need no money
and i run up on the stand, screaming that i will turn them bl–dy
b-tch this is a stick up, b-tch this is a mother f-cking stick up
hand me all your hot dogs or i’mma empty the whole clip up
i got glock 9 stashed in my camo zip up
im on some real n-gga sh-t, no f-cks are being given
hurry up with my hdogs or you ain’t gon be livin
actually, f-ck this sh-t yo i’mma grab the whole lot
the stand and his apr-n, leaving him naked on the spot
cop wanna stop, i’mma go ned kellz on his -ss
cold blooded murder leave you lying up in the gr-ss
call me hoonifin veto im charging down the street
hot dog stand in hand, and f-ck, my life, complete

(verse 3:jay)

i see this dude
running down the street (cray n-gga)
so hot i know he must be a dog dealer
hot dogs everywhere
hot dogs all in his pockets
blood stainded chino
f-ck it he don’t care
reach into mine to see whats there
(nothing there)
ghost money
need to get some
resurrect sir edmund hillary
cos i only got 5 on me
but i’mma rat chasing cheese
walk up in the yellow spot
(asb)
walk up to the clerk
b-tch this is a stick up
b-tch this is a stick up
yup you heard it first
stack the bag then zip it up
pocket full of dead n-ggas
cos you know i’m up
couple queens
kate shephard
and a n0ble prize winner
now i’m rich
buy anything i want cos i got bread
for a couple g’s
put a price on your head
and with the change
my lawyer beat the feds
imm robbing sh-t
thats what i said
i got me some
that why you mad
money buy me everything you wish you had
so i think its time you left
i can even pay for your cab
if your a broke man
your left for dead

- lime f ah why g jay lyrics

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