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[Young Chris]
We here to make sure these
Niggas take heat and remember

That we bout it, bout our business
Like P and da limit

Got some bout it, bout it
Bitches that fiend for the
Niggas use to flee me for
Them niggas now C all up in
It hit it when i want to
No matter how u treat
How much you flee'em
You can get it when you want to
You dont have to eat'em
Jus dick'em down right
Never speak on

Never play us
You dont like

Get a flagrant for that fuck
You hatin for that dude jus
Playin his part she datin boy

Down at them clubs
She jus had to go
Young gunnas from State
P had to show
Should of seen
The people shakin and movin

And movin and grovin
But gunna was coolin
Long as i had my tool in
Girlies was choosin
Everybody else actin foolish
Over there actin stupid
Come over here and we shootin

[Hook:]
If you at the bar buyin drinks
Holla (whoop whoop)
V.I.P full of stinly stink say
(whoop whoop)
If you creepin with his wife
Holla (whoop whoop)
Like, like
Lets do it
If there's 23s on da whill
Holla(whoop whoop)
Young Gunnas bangin thourgh
Your speakers say (whoop whoop)
If you cheatin on your man
Holla (whoop whoop)

[Young Neef]
Dont tell'em notnin
These niggas aint bout nothin
They look here
With them fake stares
We gon get the cuttin

You know theres frontin girlies
All up in da place
Plus they probly mad bitches all in our
Face 4-5th on da hip
And da buddas to 8
These niggas wanna trip
Then we give these
Niggas a taste
Dont shoot at cars
And wont shoot from far

We chase'em and lase'em
For all the shit they talkin

Plus hatin, fuck waitin
We sendin mothafuckers to satin

Been takin niggas girlies for
Ages she throwin it from da
Back im grindin all on her
Hip she talkin that freak
Shit bout how she a freak
Bitch maybe a chewy quick

Never go to sleep
'cause you know those chicks
Soon as you
Go to sleep
They all up in
Your grip
Catch'em in the act

And they still deny it
Might cause a riot
I been cut the
Bitch off
She still on my dick

[Repeat Hook]

[Bridge (B Siegel)]
Its mack daddy
Young scrappy

Nah i aint rappin
Youngins get
Back at'em

[Young Chris]
Mashin through the traffic
On our way to perform
If you knew
Like i knew'em
You would try
To keep'em home
'cause once we
Get'em its on
You wont get'em
Til da morn
We dont love'em

We jus smut'em
We hit it
And then they gon

[Young Neef]
Plus she was
All up in my
Business
Askin bout my cases

Knew what i was charged wit

And wanted to know facin
Heard i keep it on me daily
Where ever i go
Beat the case home

Still fightin muhondo
WUT
[Young Chris]   We here to make sure these    Niggas take heat and remember      That we bout it, bout our business   Like P and da limit      Got some bout it, bout it   Bitches that fiend for the    Niggas use to flee me for    Them niggas now C all up in    It hit it when i want to   No matter how u treat   How much you flee'em   You can get it when you want to   You dont have to eat'em   Jus dick'em down right   Never speak on      Never play us   You dont like      Get a flagrant for that fuck    You hatin for that dude jus    Playin his part she datin boy      Down at them clubs   She jus had to go   Young gunnas from State    P had to show   Should of seen    The people shakin and movin      And movin and grovin   But gunna was coolin   Long as i had my tool in   Girlies was choosin   Everybody else actin foolish   Over there actin stupid   Come over here and we shootin      [Hook:]    If you at the bar buyin drinks   Holla (whoop whoop)   V.I.P full of stinly stink say   (whoop whoop)   If you creepin with his wife    Holla (whoop whoop)   Like, like   Lets do it   If there's 23s on da whill    Holla(whoop whoop)   Young Gunnas bangin thourgh   Your speakers say (whoop whoop)   If you cheatin on your man    Holla (whoop whoop)      [Young Neef]   Dont tell'em notnin   These niggas aint bout nothin   They look here   With them fake stares   We gon get the cuttin      You know theres frontin girlies   All up in da place   Plus they probly mad bitches all in our   Face 4-5th on da hip   And da buddas to 8   These niggas wanna trip   Then we give these   Niggas a taste   Dont shoot at cars   And wont shoot from far      We chase'em and lase'em   For all the shit they talkin      Plus hatin, fuck waitin   We sendin mothafuckers to satin      Been takin niggas girlies for   Ages she throwin it from da    Back im grindin all on her    Hip she talkin that freak    Shit bout how she a freak    Bitch maybe a chewy quick      Never go to sleep   'cause you know those chicks   Soon as you    Go to sleep   They all up in    Your grip   Catch'em in the act      And they still deny it   Might cause a riot   I been cut the    Bitch off   She still on my dick      [Repeat Hook]      [Bridge (B Siegel)]   Its mack daddy   Young scrappy      Nah i aint rappin   Youngins get   Back at'em      [Young Chris]   Mashin through the traffic   On our way to perform   If you knew   Like i knew'em   You would try    To keep'em home   'cause once we    Get'em its on   You wont get'em   Til da morn   We dont love'em      We jus smut'em   We hit it   And then they gon      [Young Neef]   Plus she was   All up in my    Business   Askin bout my cases      Knew what i was charged wit      And wanted to know facin   Heard i keep it on me daily   Where ever i go   Beat the case home      Still fightin muhondo   WUT
 
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