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More Lyrics - Artist : Lil 2z
Might go out to Cali to meet with a label
Then turn right around and go meet with the girls I remember back then when we didn't have a bed We would spread out a blanket and sleep on the floor I'll be ready to jump out the window When I hear some knockin' and bangin' at the front of my door And only the hustlers know how it feel When you can't ever settle, you gotta get more This shit kinda hard, but I make it look easy I been on my grind like I'm skatin' with Weezy I married the game and we both said our vows And I told that bitch, "You better not never leave me" My bitch started bitchin', I ain't doin' no trippin' Got a few hoes to call that could suck on my wee-wee The same niggas fakin' and hatin' Act like they ain't watchin', the same niggas that wanna be me Better go ask my mama, no matter how hard it was I always got to the court like Luigi Like I didn't have no odds, I would picture good times I would sit back and wonder this shit like I'm Stevie I ain't ate all day, I woke up and got to it But these back-to-back 'Woods startin' to give me the munchies I'm straight out of Dallas, but walk in my closet And all of my clothes from somewhere out the country My brothers and sisters, they goin' to college I promise they not finna grow up a dummy These rap niggas gayer than a bitch They'll jump in the camera and start shakin' ass for some money Might go out to Cali to meet with a label Then turn right around and go meet with the girls I remember back then when we didn't have a bed We would spread out a blanket and sleep on the floor I'll be ready to jump out the window When I hear some knockin' and bangin' at the front of my door And only the hustlers know how it feel When you can't ever settle, you gotta get more |
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