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t - pain - who want it lyrics

who want it
(feat. severe da young drack)

yea
nappy boy
fbi man

[verse 1]
from the second i was born i was in debt
feel like i’m trying to f-ck a b-tch without a d-ck and she keep asking is it in yet
but then i gave the game a chin check
told her sit yo -ss down and be happy i ain’t f-ckin’ ya friends yet
hittin licks with a gun,waving so many fo’-fives you’ll think one of my hands was missin a thumb (d-mn)
got the whole industry on his knees
record execs trying to steal my blow pop before i get to the gum
uhh yea i’m errwhere that you won’t be
so it ain’t no use trying that hatin’ sh-t on me
cuz i’m gone speak, nappy boy everybody put ya hands in team work on 3
get to the money, hit the flea market and blow out
somethin for ya kids and n-gg-s think you tryin to show out
the only time i show out is when my record on replay
hop out that bugatti in some motherf-cking pj’s
b-tch…now who want it

[hook: severe da young drack]
holy sh-t motherf-cker god d-mn
that’s what they say when they see me in my lamb
i’m back in the streets and i’m bringing my fam
all of these wannabes know who i am
haters got a problem with me and my man
but they get missing when its time to go ham
i’m on the grind and i won’t stop for no man
better get with the motherf-ckin program

woo-hoo
pizzle
one more gain

[verse 2]
i got b-tches doin splits and hoes doing back bends
and n-gg-s feeling awkward like a white dude with black friends
my cadillac swims,greg lougane
if she ain’t f-cking me i kick her out quicker then liu kang (whoop-sie)
do not f-ck with him you don’t want him
cuz its a chance i might bust like and old condom
yea,its not safe like you thought it was
my b-ss h-t hard like its a safe in my boxing glove
uhh you should have got on and ran off
jump out the window and pray to god you land soft
keep talking sh-t and f-ck around and p-ss my man off
and he gonna pull out something that can prolly shoot ya hand off
thats hysteria having rigery he gettin shot in his frame i’m changin the scenery
he keep talking like he is that grown
and somebody gonna have to phtoshop his limbs back on motherf-cker
yea…haha…niw who want it

3rd time pizzle

[verse 3]
pardon my expression i’m just so disgusting
b-tches got me stressin’ i s-x em then f-ck em
then i make look to the music for a couple weeks
the say money talks come here my gucci duffle speak
but luckily, you n-gg-s f-ck with me
so imma auto-tune the whole world and take it up a key
i keep it snuck on me
thats why yo girls said she felt something else where my f-cking belt buckle be
i’m to raw for the meat market
that’s why it takes no time to get the beef started
teddy pain i’m harder then some f-ckin caridnals
they say i’m broke, b-tch is you f-cking r-t-rded
i’ll turn your whole click into half a man
i drop bombs these n-gg-s think i’m from pakistan
he spittin’ fightin words, so we have to fight
but most of you p-ss-es ain’t worth d-ck, hermaphrodite

sh-t…who the f-ck want it

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