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Yo, body get down
Yo, you cant be mad at us man we just doin what we've doin (yeah)
Ya know?, us
Niggas wanna hatin and (everybody get down)
Theres a lot of out here, getcha hands on it
Uh uh, Wanted

Yo, I'm that nigga who you be (who)
Not ch'all, record deal, hot cars, fuck pop stars
bitches
Tounge the pussy
If I fall for a bitch, let me fall dont me
Hatin ass nigga dont hafta sides
'cause outta at my chain cause he dont dick ride
Yo niggas aint cool wit Bonic, fear me
And talk to the song so they dont hear me (whaaaaaaat)
Let me out niggas jealous
Hot, yo the told us that we can get you jealous
H - O - T - B - O - Y S's
Taught you the shit you so why test us
Dont bother me that break ya neck
week alone nigga I already ate ya check
Let my check determine if I'm playin in vein
When you niggas Boo it's
Cause your sayin my

Is it the way I and what I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so good that you know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
Is it the way I live and I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so good that you dont know to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)

[Mr.]
The cops don't see my C-L 6,
wanna frisk me
And young with this dough I get they wanna me
You love Mr., hi oh now you wanna me
But dead or me a bid you gunna miss me
This aint hate, its too much love cause I'm
I used to push them things, I flip quicker,
Niggas twist cause Boobonic and Mr
are cuttin big brothers and fuckin they sisters
I hear Wanted this (and)
Wanted that (uh huh)
Plus Mr. dead (what else)
Mr. rap
Follow Mr. home with gun on my lap
And all that frontin for ya will get ya one in ya back
Aint my fault my dough come and yours slower
You ass out winnin a used to go lower
And I'm next to the and the cocaine grower
See red I split ya head like Noah nigga

(Chorus)

Mr.!?
A nigga couldn't hand me a
I catch a for em like my chain at the rice
Spit every round at a gunfall
A kill you the listener if you for em
Die for the thats my dog forever
Hoes be damn why y'all always together
Two things never be have is rich and thats you and another ass bitch

[Mr.]
Boobonic dont feed man talk shit for you
Tell you to cover I'll swing and hit for you
Get up, come back and spit for you
hot heads that make the shit for you
Ride for you homie till our hit the soil
Won't die for you? got it fucked up
chicks that need a perm they click and touched up
Peel off on the bike and pop the clutch up

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You know.. niggas dont want it man move closer
I'm you one thing I'm ghetto. .no holster
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, the fuck is thaaaat
You niggas want no beef man
I'm routing for shit for real
Fuck you niggas man.. I bitchs, money, and travelin
And you niggas experince that.. you know
you niggas didnt that man
Y'all dont know money is man
money is when your bank account is the banks amount
You niggas have stash's.. I money.. overseas nigga
You dont none I'm a gangsta
Man I'll take over y'all corners dressed up in a
And niggas wanna reach I lean and sharp