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Shawn Chrystopher
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Yeah, yeah Uh, uh You fufu niggas doo doo My win-win's you and you like a lose-lose I've been doing this shit since FUBU back in '02 So excuse if I'm rude, I'ma do, who you? Yeah, I did itโ€”hol' up Yeah, yeah Uh, you fufu niggas doo doo My win-win's you and you like a lose-lose I've been doing this shit since FUBU back in '02 So excuse if I'm rude, I'ma do, who you? Yeah, I did it 'cause a nigga's in the new shoes We jump around with the new cool Tryna be the new school, yo, fool Said she suck one dick, but she blew through a few dudes Roll to the root crew, why's that? Cash rules Rollin' up a vacation Ignite and I'm on a spaceship Told my nigga Ice to break it down, roll an L for me All these bitch niggas is taken, yup I came from dirt, I made it work From Kool-Aid stains on my uniform shirt And taking a plane to lick it back to Earth Yeah, I made it, bitch nigga, I know that it hurts, but I did what I said I would do You be hatin' 'cause nobody did it with you You be flaggin' 'cause half what you sayin' ain't true So I pull in your car, find your bitch in your car Yeah, where it at, my nigga? You rat, pow pow with a gat, my nigga Ain't nobody see you in the trap, my nigga You a lyin' motherfucker, face facts, my nigga Hol' up I can watch you fly, fly, fly I can get you right, right, right You wanna fly, fly, fly I can get you high You dumb niggas don't pull triggers No cool figures, bitch, never four-figure W with the four figures, that's west side Me and my niggas resign, peace sign Tell my niggas first class on the buddy pass Won't come down 'til the blunt ash Flew Southwest 'til a nigga done the hash That was Delta when the Delta exit row Feet stretched out, man, I can't wait to be the best out 'Cause I don't give a fuck about the rest out I just wanna lace my Chucks up And have my jeans low, I roll my blunts with my chest out Ballin' like this shit, this shit Uh, see, I come from the place where the fathers is vacant And niggas be robbin' 'cause they tired of prayin' They lookin' to the preacher, but he's not a leader He's fuckin' the deacon, I couldn't believe it Boy, that is your wife, why the fuck is you cheatin'? You ain't from God, why the fuck is you preachin'? They wanna follow, then why is you leadin'? Why you need to talk your shit, nigga? 'Cause I did what I said I would do You be hatin' 'cause nobody did it with you You be flaggin' 'cause half what you sayin' ain't true So I pull in your car, find your bitch in your car Yeah, where it at, my nigga? You rat, pow pow with a gat, my nigga Ain't nobody see you in the trap, my nigga You a lyin' motherfucker, face facts, man, hol' up I can watch you fly, fly, fly I can get you right, right, right You wanna fly, fly, fly I can get you high