Credits
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Jerome Hill
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Lyrics
You know these **** hatin dirty Damn right
Same ole situation **** Damn Right
Getting to this paper **** Damn right
Marley he player **** Damn Right
Once I get together get my mans right
and I be bout my business so it's ran right
Eliminate his ass if he ain't paying right asking do I got it **** Damn Right
Streets was hella hectic so we stand tight
Had some static out here so we ran lights
I was so damn focused getting my bands right
Hundreds bussing out my pockets cause my pants tight
I'm a big ole **** fuck the small shit
Stacking big ole paper what we all get
Gotta stay consistent I can't fall quick
Man my new boo she a stallion she a tall bitch
Im on some Gary Coleman shit I got the big head
You talking cemetery shit because that shit dead
We did a pull up on yo set and had yo click scared
I might just buy a new impala paint the bitch red
Laughing at you since you really think you next up
They call me Nike I just do it running checks up
So use to winning got my younger **** flexed up
It's like committing suicide for trying to press us
I'm twisting fingers on they ass and throwing sets up
I got some shooters on the porch they aiming neck up
You need to take yo ass to school for trying to test us
You feeling like you really with it try yo best luck
You know these **** hatin dirty Damn right
Same ole situation **** Damn Right
Getting to this paper **** Damn right
Marley he player **** Damn Right
Once I get together get my mans right
and I be bout my business so it's ran right
Eliminate his ass if he ain't paying right asking do I got it **** Damn Right
Came home did this shit again so I'm on reload
I'm something like Juve since I play it by the G code
Don't need nothing classy on my side aye where the freak hoes
You send some naked pictures to me I'm a keep those
I'm feeling like a million dollars dirty Damn right
Fucking all my bitches partners dirty Damn right
I had to do a pull up cause he owl me Damn right
I asked her was we finna fuck she told me Damn right
I keep it simple so we pulled up in a lac truck
My youngins robbed a **** out here trying to tax us
I'm catching plays and ducking off to put the racks up
I hit the strip club with my **** and we act up
2007 in a stole-O we was packed up
running from cops they trying to catch us calling back up
Call you reverse you only heavy with some back up
Them people watching every move they trying to track us
They hella slow and I'm a thinker so I dumb it down
You fucked my cousin but I still a take yo number down
When we together she feel awkward when she come around
I treat a bitch like track and field give her the run around
You know these **** hatin dirty Damn right
Same ole situation **** Damn Right
Getting to this paper **** Damn right
Marley he player **** Damn Right
Once I get together get my mans right
and I be bout my business so it's ran right
Eliminate his ass if he ain't paying right Asking do I got it **** Damn Right
Written by: Jerome Hill