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What's The Word
Zoe Osama
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(Tha New Cartel music)
Ay! I guess that shit
I guess that shit
Tell the dude you better bang my shit
Tell the dude you better bang this shit
Let me step out
Pop out the shit and get my step out
Let me step out, step out
Step out, want to step out
All these niggas fake like some motherfuckin' press
Man, I hate it gon' hate
A bitch gon' be a bitch, a ball gon' ball
A Crip gon' be a Crip, man, the blood gon' whoop
You know what I do, 'cause I'ma shoot things
And I'ma move things
I been tryna get my life straight, but it ain't worth it
I been tryna get my kids right, bitches hurtin'
Still ain't seen my daughter, man, I don't know what's the purpose
Everybody gotta win, went on to win and ain't worth it
Man, all the fuckin' shit in my life
Tryna get it right, popped another pill
So, I guess it gon' be a long night
Nigga, on the flight, yeah, alright, gotta get it
I been tryna get a fuckin' million for my children
Everybody lookin' at me like this nigga is made up
Nigga tryna think that a nigga done changed up
The only thing changed is that I got my change off
Shootin' that on the bitch face, ooh, its makeup, damn!
I'm so easy with it
I be lookin' at these niggas 'cause they need me in it
Man, I always got it on me, you won't see me with it
And if I gotta pull it out, I'ma leave 'em with it
Huh! Leave 'em stankin', leave 'em plankin'
What's the problem, what they sayin'?
Man, I'm sprayin', leave it shakin'
Bitch, it's dangerous, what I'm sayin'
Tryna get it up, ay, let me eat it up, ay
Niggas think they tough, ay
Niggas in my cup, ay, got me fuckin'
Road runnin', let me know somethin'
I think we onto somethin'
What's the word, mama? You ain't heard mama?
I got some nerve, mama, let me eat the na-na
Let me give it ka-kaw, mayne, gat it da-da
Let you know I'm pa-pa, man, you know I ra-ra
I don't buy a hood, bitch, love to eat pow-pow
I don't hate knives, niggas steal on the sideline
Hit 'em from the blind side, yeah, you know I bounce out
Man, you know I hop out, man, you know I ride out
Bitch, I'm tryin' to rock out, with my fuckin' cock out
Let a nigga pop out, if a nigga slides out
I'ma try to do it, bitch, let me do it
And if a nigga didn't know his neighborhood stupid
Man, I do my thing
What I'm gon' do, man, I make my lane
How I'm gon' lose?
Niggas say they got it bad, shit, I want mine too
Nigga gotta change, but I'm runnin' up the loop
What's the word, mama? You ain't heard mama?
I got some nerve, mama, let me eat the na-na
Let me give it ka-kaw, mayne, gat it da-da
Let you know I'm pa-pa, man, you know I ra-ra
I don't buy a hood, bitch, love to eat pow-pow
I don't hate knives, niggas steal on the sideline
Hit 'em from the blind side, yeah, you know I bounce out
Man, you know I hop out, man, you know I ride out
Bitch, I'm tryin' to rock out, with my fuckin' cock out
Let a nigga pop out, if a nigga slides out
I'ma try to do it, bitch, let me do it
And if a nigga didn't know his neighborhood stupid
(Tha New Cartel music)
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