Yea you know how we do
It's UGG
Wit the Squad Boys
Y'all just don't know
Cuz it's
YTP
CHORUS
We f*ck our bitches friends
Leave Niggas wit stupid grins
Or layin' on side dat curb right where they stand
Look(what)
8,9,10
They out for the count
Nigga you was better off
Not opening ya mouth
VERSE 1
Cuz I'll smack a nigga down and defintely shoot the club up
I go about things this way cuz I don't give a f*ck
It's not Young Buck
Or G-Unit
Bitch jump stupid
You got f*cked cuz you was a pussy
You was soft as a cushion
Might as well call you pillow
Take a nigga clothes and give it to them homeless gorillas
Caterpillar, drug dealer, go getter
Is what I'm sayin'
You one or the other
Or jus another bitch made man
But the man upstairs is the only wit the masterplan
Girls ain't nothin' but friends gold diggers or fans
But you already know
They no more than a hoe
So bitch don't stop gon' ahead
Touch them toes
It more to life than hoes, cars, cash, clothes
It's not J Hov
Or Slim Thugger
It's the muthaf*ckin' Prophet
Can't no bitch or nigga stop
Cuz if they try they will get crushed and demolished
Look bitch I'm polished
Like a brand new shoe or a pretty ass nail
I stunt so much they call me show and tell
It's not in my blood to fail
Cuz momma had a born winner
Never a quitter
And a muthaf*ckin' hot spitta
Put the microwave on three minutes
Or the oven on 360
Cuz I'm about to spin and sin
Drink a bottle of Henn
Have a funny grin
Hit a nigga in the chin
Now he down for the count nigga
8,9,10
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Yea you know how we do
It's UGG
Wit the Squad Boys
Y'all just don't know
Cuz it's
YTP
CHORUS
We f*ck our bitches friends
Leave Niggas wit stupid grins
Or layin' on side dat curb right where they stand
Look(what)
8,9,10
They out for the count
Nigga you was better off
Not opening ya mouth
VERSE 1
Cuz I'll smack a nigga down and defintely shoot the club up
I go about things this way cuz I don't give a f*ck
It's not Young Buck
Or G-Unit
Bitch jump stupid
You got f*cked cuz you was a pussy
You was soft as a cushion
Might as well call you pillow
Take a nigga clothes and give it to them homeless gorillas
Caterpillar, drug dealer, go getter
Is what I'm sayin'
You one or the other
Or jus another bitch made man
But the man upstairs is the only wit the masterplan
Girls ain't nothin' but friends gold diggers or fans
But you already know
They no more than a hoe
So bitch don't stop gon' ahead
Touch them toes
It more to life than hoes, cars, cash, clothes
It's not J Hov
Or Slim Thugger
It's the muthaf*ckin' Prophet
Can't no bitch or nigga stop
Cuz if they try they will get crushed and demolished
Look bitch I'm polished
Like a brand new shoe or a pretty ass nail
I stunt so much they call me show and tell
It's not in my blood to fail
Cuz momma had a born winner
Never a quitter
And a muthaf*ckin' hot spitta
Put the microwave on three minutes
Or the oven on 360
Cuz I'm about to spin and sin
Drink a bottle of Henn
Have a funny grin
Hit a nigga in the chin
Now he down for the count nigga
8,9,10
It's UGG
Wit the Squad Boys
Y'all just don't know
Cuz it's
YTP
CHORUS
We f*ck our bitches friends
Leave Niggas wit stupid grins
Or layin' on side dat curb right where they stand
Look(what)
8,9,10
They out for the count
Nigga you was better off
Not opening ya mouth
VERSE 1
Cuz I'll smack a nigga down and defintely shoot the club up
I go about things this way cuz I don't give a f*ck
It's not Young Buck
Or G-Unit
Bitch jump stupid
You got f*cked cuz you was a pussy
You was soft as a cushion
Might as well call you pillow
Take a nigga clothes and give it to them homeless gorillas
Caterpillar, drug dealer, go getter
Is what I'm sayin'
You one or the other
Or jus another bitch made man
But the man upstairs is the only wit the masterplan
Girls ain't nothin' but friends gold diggers or fans
But you already know
They no more than a hoe
So bitch don't stop gon' ahead
Touch them toes
It more to life than hoes, cars, cash, clothes
It's not J Hov
Or Slim Thugger
It's the muthaf*ckin' Prophet
Can't no bitch or nigga stop
Cuz if they try they will get crushed and demolished
Look bitch I'm polished
Like a brand new shoe or a pretty ass nail
I stunt so much they call me show and tell
It's not in my blood to fail
Cuz momma had a born winner
Never a quitter
And a muthaf*ckin' hot spitta
Put the microwave on three minutes
Or the oven on 360
Cuz I'm about to spin and sin
Drink a bottle of Henn
Have a funny grin
Hit a nigga in the chin
Now he down for the count nigga
8,9,10