Gimme the loot5/18/2023 ![]() ![]() Verse one: My man inf left a tec and a nine at my crib Turned himself in, he had to do a bid A one-to-three, he be home the end of 93 Im ready to get this paper, g, you with me? Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kind of tight And Im stressed, yo biggie let me get the vest No need for that, just grab the fucking gat The first pocket thats fat the tec is to his back Word is bond, Im a smoke him yo dont fake no moves (what? ) Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move Nigga, you aint got to explain shit Ive been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships With the same clip and the same four-five Two point-blank, a motherfuckers sure to die Thats my word, nigga even try to bogart Have his mother singing its so hard. We up in this bitch Just got paid Got this drank in my cup Nigga just got straight We been on it all night I don't know bout you I'm on that b.I.Yeah. ![]() I'm harder than a bitch that’s trying to parallel Park a mac truck for the pump I keep a pair of shells You can find me in the atl Might tear this fucking club up like an acl Niggas still walk crazy Thank God for rap money now it’s fuck you pay me Your favorite rappers just a fairy tale Niggas mad cause I knew his girlfriend very well She let me fuck her on the ferris wheel Hit south beach and got head while I parasail I never paid for the hair and nails Vodka got the room spinning like a carousel Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Loot, loot, loot, loot.Įastside nigga till the day I'm in a pinebox This marijuana make a motherfuckers (mindstop) Eyes redder than the cyclopes Might throw a bitch ass nigga out a sky box 3 Stripes on my high tops You ain't got no fucking jarren in your ipod? Becky my God, I bet you won't lick a pussy while I watch So high it’s like I'm sitting over jupiter Get this money they gone think I worship lucifer Being broke was never cool to us Feet glued to the concrete you ain't moving us We up in this bitch Just got paid Got this drank in my cup Nigga just got straight We been on it all night I don't know bout you I'm on that b.I.g shit Bitch better have my loot. My home boy just died mutha fuck a new friend One day you here and the next day you gone We still mourning my nigga so fuck yo new benz I'm drinking again trying to mask all the pain My high coming down I'ma crash, go insane Party for now Get the money my nigga Cuz one day they might come and bash in your brains I'm funeral fresh, get the cameras out 99 Bottles of beer on the floor We went wildin' out, ho, just like animal house Eatin up rappers the cannibals out Bust off in your bitch while she layn on your couch I get head in the whip while she driving that bitch She carressin my dick and my hands in her blouse You think they your homies, they snakes in the end Que pasa amigo (que pasa amigo) I'm back in it bitch If the head game is right and that pussy feel good Throw a rack at that bitch Walked in the club with a strap in that bitch Niggas they shoot like iraq in that bitch I peel off in that thunderbird up in johannesburg On a giraffe with this african bitch Came from the bottom, my grandmammas house Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Loot, loot, loot, loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot ![]()
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