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yg feat jeezy rich homie quan - my n***a lyrics

i’m talkin’ ’bout puttin’ on, ridin’ out
glocks in my ma’s house
front you with that work
i done front a n-gg-s’ work
he say you want that head up
but we don’t fight fair brah
catch you slippin’ from your backside then knock you out
ace gon’ stomp you out then buddah gon’ stomp you out
has momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?
nine milli pokin’ out, fo’-fifth pokin’ out
death row days, show you what this west coast about

i’d die for my motherf-ckin’ n-gg-
jump in front a bullet for my motherf-ckin’ n-gg-
on the stand i’d lie for my motherf-ckin’ n-gg-
rob a bank, i’d drive for my motherf-ckin’ n-gg-
real talk, i don’t really f-ck with too many n-gg-s
cause n-gg-s drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
i be laughin’ to the bank like the f-ckin’ money tickle
drivin’ somethin’ that you ain’t, top off, suck a nipple
and i never put a hoe before my bro, don’t beef over no hoe
and my n-gg-s sell them keys if you can’t open yo’ door
hope you ride for my motherf-ckin’ n-gg-s
when it rains it pours, it’s dry for me and my f-ckin’ n-gg-s
yeah, i kill for my motherf-ckin’ n-gg-s, vice versa
eyes red from the kush i blew, white person
got my middle finger on the trigger and with my little finger to you n-gg-s
i swear it’s f-ck all y’all n-gg-s, except my n-gg-s

oww! tunechi

i said that i’mma ride for my motherf-ckin’ n-gg-s
most likely i’mma die with my finger on the trigger
i’ve been grindin’ outside all day with my n-gg-s
and i ain’t goin’ in unless i’m with my n-gg-s
my n-gg-, my n-gg-
my n-gg-, my n-gg- (my motherf-ckin’ n-gg-s)

my n-gg-, my n-gg- (my n-gg-, my n-gg-)
my n-gg-, my n-gg-

i done spent a million dollars on my motherf-ckin’ n-gg-s
you catch me out chicago with them motherf-ckin’ hittas
call in rondonumbanine, lil durk will bring the trigger
and when we on the lean, we ain’t f-ckin with the liquor
i’mma buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the b-tches
she kept likin’ all my pictures
cause she see the way i ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
catch you at the red light, have ‘em screamin’ “can’t get up”
same n-gg-s from the bottom ain’t a d-mn thing change
catch me out on collins screamin’ “money ain’t a thang”
in that red mulsanne lookin’ like i claim blood
and if homie ain’t my homie then i know it ain’t love
screamin’ out “4 hunnid”, yg that’s my n-gg-

cause i been in the field, life on the line with him
and if it’s really real, i’ll probably die with ‘em
cause when i need them choppers, i just tell tock hit ‘em

my n-gg-, my n-gg-
my n-gg-, my n-gg- (my motherf-ckin’ n-gg-s)
my n-gg-, my n-gg- (my n-gg-, my n-gg-)
my n-gg-, my n-gg-

i just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse n-gg-
i don’t know, is it me or is you thirst n-gg-?
you n-gg-s ain’t got no joints
like the injured chris paul, you ain’t got no point
i just come through with a couple bossy b-tches
they get money too, they some “don’t cross me” b-tches
flossy b-tches, sergio rossi b-tches
and if we at the game then it’s floor seat b-tches
i ride for my b-tches
i’m so f-ckin’ rich i cop rides for my b-tches
dollar menu, fries, apple pies for the b-tches
i drop a freestyle and get a rise outta b-tches

b-tches, my b-tches
i need a n-gg- with some different strokes, todd bridges
shout out to my main b-tches and my side-b-tches
need a n-gg- with some good neck, ostriches
my n-gg-s

- yg feat jeezy rich homie quan lyrics

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