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Testo On Everything
Testo On Everything
I really don't care what gang you bang
What set you claim, on everything
(Nigga, put that on everything)
I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with
Cause when I trip a nigga trip
(Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
Don't come 'round me on your sucker shit I ain't the type to be fuckin' with
Lover boy, want a tougher bitch
Get the fuck from around me, get the fuck from around me
I say the shit cause I mean this shit
Bentley movin' so I done cleaned the shit
Seat back and I'm leanin', bitch
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
You know how the shit go
Out the do', oh, act a o
That's more money, that's more money
That's more money fo' sho
I got a whole bunch of bad habits
That fly shit, I gotta have it
That pistol on me, I pack it
Bitch, your fuckin' head, I crack it Me and my pinky ring are like marriage
Plus she cut ten carats
I shine on 'em, get a line on 'em
Send the wolves right there at 'em
I never said I'd get you by now
You done heard I got you
Heard all your homies was haulin' ass
To that club tonight they shot you
I really don't care what gang you bang
What set you claim, on everything
(Nigga, put that on everything)
I really don't care what clique you with
Cause when I trip a nigga trip
(Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
You know every beef, I don't need my strap
Knife work, I cut you, jack
Niggas watchin' my paper stack
Cops comin' every time I black out
Shawty sayin' I'm a mental case
I'm sayin' fuck out my face
You finna make me catch a case
Your new bitch my old hoe
I put her on fo' sho though
Her head game was so-so
That's why I had to let her go, go
I'm blowin' up like I'm supposed to blow
Neck glowin' like it's supposed to glow
Gold Cuban, club movin'
New music, hoes choosin'
It's a win, win, we don't lose at all
Came up, we supposed to ball
Don't know who you take me for
I kill you if you make me, boy
You don't know how real it get
Playin' 'round with this gangsta shit
We all in, we all in, I want one when I'm fallin'
I really don't care what gang you bang
What set you claim, on everything
(Nigga, put that on everything)
I really don't care what clique you with
Cause when I trip a nigga trip
(Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
What set you claim, on everything
(Nigga, put that on everything)
I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with
Cause when I trip a nigga trip
(Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
Don't come 'round me on your sucker shit I ain't the type to be fuckin' with
Lover boy, want a tougher bitch
Get the fuck from around me, get the fuck from around me
I say the shit cause I mean this shit
Bentley movin' so I done cleaned the shit
Seat back and I'm leanin', bitch
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
You know how the shit go
Out the do', oh, act a o
That's more money, that's more money
That's more money fo' sho
I got a whole bunch of bad habits
That fly shit, I gotta have it
That pistol on me, I pack it
Bitch, your fuckin' head, I crack it Me and my pinky ring are like marriage
Plus she cut ten carats
I shine on 'em, get a line on 'em
Send the wolves right there at 'em
I never said I'd get you by now
You done heard I got you
Heard all your homies was haulin' ass
To that club tonight they shot you
I really don't care what gang you bang
What set you claim, on everything
(Nigga, put that on everything)
I really don't care what clique you with
Cause when I trip a nigga trip
(Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
You know every beef, I don't need my strap
Knife work, I cut you, jack
Niggas watchin' my paper stack
Cops comin' every time I black out
Shawty sayin' I'm a mental case
I'm sayin' fuck out my face
You finna make me catch a case
Your new bitch my old hoe
I put her on fo' sho though
Her head game was so-so
That's why I had to let her go, go
I'm blowin' up like I'm supposed to blow
Neck glowin' like it's supposed to glow
Gold Cuban, club movin'
New music, hoes choosin'
It's a win, win, we don't lose at all
Came up, we supposed to ball
Don't know who you take me for
I kill you if you make me, boy
You don't know how real it get
Playin' 'round with this gangsta shit
We all in, we all in, I want one when I'm fallin'
I really don't care what gang you bang
What set you claim, on everything
(Nigga, put that on everything)
I really don't care what clique you with
Cause when I trip a nigga trip
(Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)
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EDWARD BERKELEY, KEIR LAMONT GIST, ROBERT LE VALLE HUGGAR
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