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Who they, who they, who they, who they
Who they're talking to?
What I, what I, what I, what I, what I
Who they're talking to?
What I, what I, what I, what I, what I
What I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
More butter, born stunner,
Macking with forty bitches up in the long hammock.
Beating pussy with the stick like the boy drummer
She give it to me like when I'm taking my money from her.
Where my money yat, nigga?
Motherfucker, you whip a forerunner
While I'm in the Maybach speeding, burning more rubber (damn!)
I shit on niggas, better call your mother
You croon ass shit, he's a born plumber!
The way I hated up shit, made it a warmer summer
I come to eat you niggas full, more supper!
We're born stunners, you's a born sucker,
I don't owe you niggas shit, but more caught up!
Who they, who they, who they, who they
Who they're talking to?
What I, what I, what I, what I, what I
What I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
What, what I owe you?
Yabadabadoosy, fuck around when a nigga gets sprayed with a oozy
Don't play no games, wanna shoot to aim,
When I wet, you know your cool team.
Your girl wanna give me some coop,
You wanna buy some Gucci, spend all your gold.
What a motherfucker don't know, can't prove
I'm digging all in your hoe.
All day go, I can
Nigga, talking that shit.
Just the... I'mma rap it all times,
Burn the stash, throw in my whips.
Quit game, chitty bang, I don't owe you a goddman thing
Who's running around town like to take the credit?
Like to put me, old man!
I started back in 90, with my nigga Leezy
Above the law in WA, mission like in TLC
You're irrelevant, not irrelevant,
You're a church mouse, I'm an elephant.
I ricochet to the ghetto private,
Don't fuck the chicks, you silly rabbi!
Fucking with the mad ass hooligans,
Spit, ... I'm on the island like Gilligan
Pimping, gingering, marrying.
Not too dary, cocaine, West Coast, seize the day
Making moves, show improve, shut the fuck up and cut the chase!
Who they, who they, who they, who they
Who they're talking to?
What I, what I, what I, what I, what I
What I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
What, what I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
What I owe you?
Yeah, listening what they're talking, hate is all they're offering
I hope you think you can get away with it,
But depending why you put them in a coffin.
Eliminate all your options, intimidate your whole posies
I think about the moves to a biggest... trying to incriminate my whole...
Uh, a cold night! Inhale, enough inhale
My, my, my whole life I'll be in jail, my pimp failed.
Uh, uh, I hold strikes, mean good, but I sin well
Uh, uh, I'm so white, came a long way from a teen sale.
These niggas think that I own something,
Thirsty hoes with their hands out,
Be the first to blow with no birth control
Cause she hurt the flow and it stands out.
All you see is these drop beats,
All you see is these Benz out,
Talk shit, you wanna talk to me,
Now put the gun in your man's mouth!
Live free, die hard, chauffeur and don't drive ...
That means I'm the one with the toaster,
With no holster when they fly for 'em.
Bitches line up to fuck with me,
I hope you got your ...
That bad hill is my trade mill,
Like dead still, and I'mma drive hard!
Who they, who they, who they, who they
Who they're talking to?
What I, what I, what I, what I, what I
What I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
What, what I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
What I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
More butter, born stunner,
Macking with forty bitches up in the long hammock.
Beating pussy with the stick like the boy drummer
She give it to me like when I'm taking my money from her.
Where my money yat, nigga?
Motherfucker, you whip a forerunner
While I'm in the Maybach speeding, burning more rubber (damn!)
I shit on niggas, better call your mother
You croon ass shit, he's a born plumber!
The way I hated up shit, made it a warmer summer
I come to eat you niggas full, more supper!
We're born stunners, you's a born sucker,
I don't owe you niggas shit, but more caught up!
Who they, who they, who they, who they
Who they're talking to?
What I, what I, what I, what I, what I
What I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
What, what I owe you?
Yabadabadoosy, fuck around when a nigga gets sprayed with a oozy
Don't play no games, wanna shoot to aim,
When I wet, you know your cool team.
Your girl wanna give me some coop,
You wanna buy some Gucci, spend all your gold.
What a motherfucker don't know, can't prove
I'm digging all in your hoe.
All day go, I can
Nigga, talking that shit.
Just the... I'mma rap it all times,
Burn the stash, throw in my whips.
Quit game, chitty bang, I don't owe you a goddman thing
Who's running around town like to take the credit?
Like to put me, old man!
I started back in 90, with my nigga Leezy
Above the law in WA, mission like in TLC
You're irrelevant, not irrelevant,
You're a church mouse, I'm an elephant.
I ricochet to the ghetto private,
Don't fuck the chicks, you silly rabbi!
Fucking with the mad ass hooligans,
Spit, ... I'm on the island like Gilligan
Pimping, gingering, marrying.
Not too dary, cocaine, West Coast, seize the day
Making moves, show improve, shut the fuck up and cut the chase!
Who they, who they, who they, who they
Who they're talking to?
What I, what I, what I, what I, what I
What I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
What, what I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
What I owe you?
Yeah, listening what they're talking, hate is all they're offering
I hope you think you can get away with it,
But depending why you put them in a coffin.
Eliminate all your options, intimidate your whole posies
I think about the moves to a biggest... trying to incriminate my whole...
Uh, a cold night! Inhale, enough inhale
My, my, my whole life I'll be in jail, my pimp failed.
Uh, uh, I hold strikes, mean good, but I sin well
Uh, uh, I'm so white, came a long way from a teen sale.
These niggas think that I own something,
Thirsty hoes with their hands out,
Be the first to blow with no birth control
Cause she hurt the flow and it stands out.
All you see is these drop beats,
All you see is these Benz out,
Talk shit, you wanna talk to me,
Now put the gun in your man's mouth!
Live free, die hard, chauffeur and don't drive ...
That means I'm the one with the toaster,
With no holster when they fly for 'em.
Bitches line up to fuck with me,
I hope you got your ...
That bad hill is my trade mill,
Like dead still, and I'mma drive hard!
Who they, who they, who they, who they
Who they're talking to?
What I, what I, what I, what I, what I
What I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
What, what I owe you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
What I owe you?
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