The last real nigga doing it they ain't Really f*cking with me
I'm smoking za out that p
Speak that trap shit real fluently, I Went to the school of hard knock, but You got expelled for truancy
When I got on the stove, you was still Playing on madden, was whipping up Momma a mansion
This a street Nigga anthem, if you Don't believe me go ask em
I am not the one for the flex in
Was juug and finnessin, taking these Flights out of town
Making these bags out of town
You ain't stopping my motion, I'm Really having this shit
Boy I was made in the trenches
Bitch I trapped for my blessings, plus Had grand momma praying that's the Only reason that I made it
Had to fake until I had it, then went And buss down the patek
I turned all that pain into passion
I fell in love with some hoes but I Don't put trust in a bitch
I can't put trust in no bitch
Les it's my guns and some money, I Know that they never gone flip
But the blicky gone come with the Switch
I ain't asking shit, whatever I want I Go get
Between you and I that's difference
Whatever I want I go get it
Weather it's money or bitches
Whatever I want I go get it
I jumped off the porch for the riches
Whatever I want I go get It
Ain't no nigga stopping these digits
Shit I'm gangsta by nature you Niggas be forcing the shit
You just angry and broke as a bitch
They keep testing my patience, when It turns foul I get flagrant
Now I'm f*cking your main on vacation
Shit I'm making my bacon but we Don't f*ck with no pigs
We learn that shit as a jit, boy it's Grind and go get it
No I Ain't begging for nothing, you Already know I ain't going
I stay having some motion, I ain't Back to the sofa, I'm only here for the Moolah
Your bm a trooper, yeah we spending Your bread, then we cuddle I rub on Her fupa
I'm her total package lil baby still call Me Lex Luger
The extension gone jam in the Ruger
Don't pay for no shooter,boy I make All my own moves
Bob the builder when playing with Tools
I don't argue with fools
I be doing my diddy
Putting in work in Miami
I'm praying these hoes
Really gone keep it 100
And don't have me caught in a jammy
Screaming big bucks no whammy
FlashMobUno - Go Get It Lyrics
FlashMobUno - Go Get It Lyrics
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The last real nigga doing it they ain't Really f*cking with me
I'm smoking za out that p
Speak that trap shit real fluently, I Went to the school of hard knock, but You got expelled for truancy
When I got on the stove, you was still Playing on madden, was whipping up Momma a mansion
This a street Nigga anthem, if you Don't believe me go ask em
I am not the one for the flex in
Was juug and finnessin, taking these Flights out of town
Making these bags out of town
You ain't stopping my motion, I'm Really having this shit
Boy I was made in the trenches
Bitch I trapped for my blessings, plus Had grand momma praying that's the Only reason that I made it
Had to fake until I had it, then went And buss down the patek
I turned all that pain into passion
I fell in love with some hoes but I Don't put trust in a bitch
I can't put trust in no bitch
Les it's my guns and some money, I Know that they never gone flip
But the blicky gone come with the Switch
I ain't asking shit, whatever I want I Go get
Between you and I that's difference
Whatever I want I go get it
Weather it's money or bitches
Whatever I want I go get it
I jumped off the porch for the riches
Whatever I want I go get It
Ain't no nigga stopping these digits
Shit I'm gangsta by nature you Niggas be forcing the shit
You just angry and broke as a bitch
They keep testing my patience, when It turns foul I get flagrant
Now I'm f*cking your main on vacation
Shit I'm making my bacon but we Don't f*ck with no pigs
We learn that shit as a jit, boy it's Grind and go get it
No I Ain't begging for nothing, you Already know I ain't going
I stay having some motion, I ain't Back to the sofa, I'm only here for the Moolah
Your bm a trooper, yeah we spending Your bread, then we cuddle I rub on Her fupa
I'm her total package lil baby still call Me Lex Luger
The extension gone jam in the Ruger
Don't pay for no shooter,boy I make All my own moves
Bob the builder when playing with Tools
I don't argue with fools
I be doing my diddy
Putting in work in Miami
I'm praying these hoes
Really gone keep it 100
And don't have me caught in a jammy
Screaming big bucks no whammy
I'm smoking za out that p
Speak that trap shit real fluently, I Went to the school of hard knock, but You got expelled for truancy
When I got on the stove, you was still Playing on madden, was whipping up Momma a mansion
This a street Nigga anthem, if you Don't believe me go ask em
I am not the one for the flex in
Was juug and finnessin, taking these Flights out of town
Making these bags out of town
You ain't stopping my motion, I'm Really having this shit
Boy I was made in the trenches
Bitch I trapped for my blessings, plus Had grand momma praying that's the Only reason that I made it
Had to fake until I had it, then went And buss down the patek
I turned all that pain into passion
I fell in love with some hoes but I Don't put trust in a bitch
I can't put trust in no bitch
Les it's my guns and some money, I Know that they never gone flip
But the blicky gone come with the Switch
I ain't asking shit, whatever I want I Go get
Between you and I that's difference
Whatever I want I go get it
Weather it's money or bitches
Whatever I want I go get it
I jumped off the porch for the riches
Whatever I want I go get It
Ain't no nigga stopping these digits
Shit I'm gangsta by nature you Niggas be forcing the shit
You just angry and broke as a bitch
They keep testing my patience, when It turns foul I get flagrant
Now I'm f*cking your main on vacation
Shit I'm making my bacon but we Don't f*ck with no pigs
We learn that shit as a jit, boy it's Grind and go get it
No I Ain't begging for nothing, you Already know I ain't going
I stay having some motion, I ain't Back to the sofa, I'm only here for the Moolah
Your bm a trooper, yeah we spending Your bread, then we cuddle I rub on Her fupa
I'm her total package lil baby still call Me Lex Luger
The extension gone jam in the Ruger
Don't pay for no shooter,boy I make All my own moves
Bob the builder when playing with Tools
I don't argue with fools
I be doing my diddy
Putting in work in Miami
I'm praying these hoes
Really gone keep it 100
And don't have me caught in a jammy
Screaming big bucks no whammy
Writer: Demetrius Dallas
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