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PayGotti
PayGotti
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CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
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Deandre Wheelwright
Deandre Wheelwright
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Chris Terrificc Terry
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CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
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In your mirror, see a champion An alpha man of the highest degree My shine is something you couldn't handle Think twice before belittling me (CashMoneyAP) Yeah, yeah, yeah Said can y'all hear me though Ay, suggest you think it over twice 'cause stoppin' at that light could cost your life Popped on jankey low, we used to beat the road on bikes Bitch, I'm thuggin', but that's the type of shit she say she like They gassin' up the switches, grab me one, see what's the hype And it go stupid, that load they rockin' in, it's goin' through it I damn near popped myself, it took some time to learn to use it You curious about my state of mind and play my music I popped the bitch, they out to get the kid, bitch, don't be foolish I'm ashamed, I'm sorry for my grimy, selfish ways Just know they selling dreams, they say you gon' see better days My rags have turned to riches, guess I really can't complain But trust me, nothin' changed, I still will set some shit to flames I'm a donkey when it comes to poppin' doors and settin' plays No hidin' in that cell, you roll it up or run your fades Can't focus in this life, it's disrespectin' in your name It's eat or you gon' starve and that's just how you play the game Been tryna calm me down, my mama tell me I should chill I'm crashin' that direction, I told Jesus, "Take the wheel" Just know I snatched a soul before I went and signed a deal If you can't break the bitch for all she got, then Gotti will Applyin' pressure, specialist, no question in my steppin' Not trippin' on forgiveness, it's no way I'm gon' see Heaven This shit run in my blood, was tuckin' Western's since 11 Can't argue with no nigga with no stripes up in his section Nigga, yeah Ay, can't argue with no nigga with no stripes up in his section Nigga Ay, suggest you think it over twice 'cause stoppin' at that light could cost your life Popped on jankey low, we used to beat the road on bikes Bitch, I'm thuggin', but that's the type of shit she say she like They gassin' up the switches, grab me one, see what's the hype And it go stupid, that load they rockin' in, it's goin' through it I damn near popped myself, it took some time to learn to use it You curious about my state of mind and play my music I popped the bitch, they out to get the kid, bitch, don't be foolish Dummy, nigga Bitch, don't be foolish Stupid Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Think twice before belittling me)
Writer(s): Deandre Wheelwright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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