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Utwór: Who's Tha M.F.

  • wykonawca: Juvenile
  • album: Solja Rags
  • wyświetleń: 909

[First Verse]
  Nigga just came home from jail look how he played me
  Kicked my door down took my shit an tied up my ol' lady
  Now i'm just kick back broke poverty is still in my head hurtin
  Cuz i know this nigga gotta be killed
  My good side tellin me let'em slide cuz he aint worth bout my bad side
  Tell me to kill'em cuz he deserve no mercy
  Follow my bad side and put a feelin through healin
  Any motherfucker seekin his business relentless
  Thoughts goin through my mind nigga had tried to shine
  I would be bout dat iron in this foolishness frame of mind
  In the front door actin a donkey wit tha .44
  Let a funky snatched the money handle business to momo
  Tired of havin nothin wearin my brother's clothes
  Many times i got drove by niggas in front of hoes
  You know how it be dogg you aint been ballin all your life
  You was round dat bitch still dirty stealin bikes
  Buildin escape mobile all fixin the grilled cheese
  In the store breakin snaps crown derby a key
    [Chorus: Repeat-8x]
    Whos the muthaphucka
  I'm the muthaphucka
    [Verse Two]
  You lil boys runnin wanna do somethin c'mon
  I gotta somethin fo' lil bitch ass your potnas and your grandma
  Cuz i'm on a killa playa hata type boy you
  Dont ask me none of that ??? but i'll take a lil of dat ???
  Step and i'll cut your breath short like its bestis
  Should've had your mama sayin "lord mama child loved'em"
  They say i'm losin weight boy whats wrong wit you
  I'm hungry and i'm broke now brake me off wit a bone or two
  I know a, nigga should be good for that ha?
  But all that nigga had tol' is i aint got it right now
  Lil bitch you not my round you hoes lay it down
  Lemme get dat out your potnas better me than them coppas
  Fa sho yo' hoe, tried to crown me on the block
  You probably would've got me put dat nine wouldn't stop
  A witness scored a bag cuz your boy tried to slam me
  Out chip ass sellin whammies busta wont see his family
  I let dat nigga slide cuz i been in his shoes too
  Like twenty-four-seven breath smellin like beaucoup
    [Chorus: Repeat-8x]
    Whos the muthaphucka
  I'm the muthaphucka
    [Verse Three]
  I'm runnin wit dat gal thats after ??? niggas wit six figgas
  To get wit his sign us a ????? wit no repayin
  Now i'm in it lay wit'um it violate ten and fuck'em juv
  Set up his to conduct an attitude
  Look here
  How many of you niggas ready to start big tymin
  Look here
  How many of you niggas wanna be ridin reclinin
  Diamonds be shinin sippin on heinkens your mind was in a trans
  Probably takin a chance to his baddest police
  You kill in the peete and make a million a piece
  And we'll got off of the streets in there a house in the east
  I know the answer is no so up into my dad
  I'm screamin fuck yo' clangin tha five doe
  Look here
  When i was young i didnt hardly know shit
  Bigga ballin would get the medocore nigga noticed
  So i approach like i was coached refuse in the gun
  Gangs could be over come if you silence your tongue
  My name went after choosen one threw out the slump
  Sense of envy up in these other mennies brains i ????
    [Chorus: Repeat-8x]
    Whos the muthaphucka
  I'm the muthaphucka
  

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