yg - yo nigga ain't me lyrics
hook: charlie hood and yg
see shawty be rocking them things that are lame
and i swear, i swear
if you was my b-tch i’d have you sittin’ chillin’ right here(right here)
cause yo’ n-gga ain’t me he can’t do it like this
yo’ n-gga ain’t me he can’t do it like this x3
[verse 1: charley hood]
now i used to look fly but i really was a broke n-gga
now i got money chilling in my house n-gga
b-tches love me they respect my grind
my other b-tch tripping though, she ain’t worth my time
if you were real b-tch you would respect me too
they rather act like a ho and coppa att-tude
my kush is k!ll bill, my swag is so smooth
the paper stack high i can’t see the little dudes
and i be on some pimping i put ’em on fig(?)
i bellin'(?) to the set like who got a big
i’m eating her p-ssy i think i need a bib
six flat screens all flew out my crib
[hook: charlie hood and yg]
see shawty be rocking them things that are lame
and i swear, i swear
if you was my b-tch i’d have you sittin’ chillin’ right here(right here)
cause yo’ n-gga ain’t me he can’t do it like this
yo’ n-gga ain’t me he can’t do it like this x3
[verse 2: yg]
it’s yg the lady’s man and a mercedes benz
kicks fresh, whip sitting on the latest rims
if you was my b-tch i’d have you saying, i’m dating him
put him on date mood and make you start playing him
i be on some fly sh-t like all the time, sh-t
and you would too if you was my b-tch
drop the top of the whip and tell you hop in
push a b-tton watch it take off like a rocket
he a stopsign(?)-type n-gga, so stop it
and be my baby in the cradle and the one i rock with
like the tag on the gucci bag get it pop it
like f-ck with me, i give you a profit
how you choose you love like you had other options
like why you lying to this girl n-gga stop frontin’
they talk about they balling that’s just gossip
no disease, but f-ck with me like i got some
[hook: charlie hood and yg]
see shawty be rocking them things that are lame
and i swear, i swear
if you was my b-tch i’d have you sittin’ chillin’ right here(right here)
cause yo’ n-gga ain’t me he can’t do it like this
yo’ n-gga ain’t me he can’t do it like this x3
[verse 3: dubb]
yo’ n-gga ain’t me he couldn’t be me if i taught him
hold them gucci bags all them chinchillas i bought them
splurging in the mall dropping stacks like i have an orange carrot to my chain, attract the b-tches like they rabbits
swag on automatic my whole clique tatter
walk in chick magnet, the bad b-tch bandit
you got the b-tch branded, it’s all in the game
but i play it like mad, rich like ( )
to the bank laughing, me and yg and my young n-gga charley h. double-o d
looking for a barbie, pink car in the garage
her name nicki so i just wanna minaj
d-ck sucking her profession she do one h-ll of a job
hop on me like a boss see who come and take a ride
aye, baby how you gon’ survive after i eat that p-ssy i’mma eat yo’ -ss alive
[hook: charlie hood and yg]
see shawty be rocking them things that are lame
and i swear, i swear
if you was my b-tch i’d have you sittin’ chillin’ right here(right here)
cause yo’ n-gga ain’t me he can’t do it like this
yo’ n-gga ain’t me he can’t do it like this x3
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