November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Black bottle boys, Ciroc lifestyle, Mastermind
Untouchable Empire ya heard me

Four stacks on the ball mean jeans jacket
I'm addicted to things i got a mean habit
Nigga look at my rings i've got??? tatted
Me stacking my cream the only thing that matter
Me whippin that 'cain you know it's G status
Quarter K in back just like a beef potted
Women in the spot know it's straight crackin'
Got your chain snached actin' like it ain't happen
Jigga one went at least eight pidgeons
Cartier cost ya boy 80 carats
Black bottle boy we can go to war
Started 40 bottles, we can order more
Outgrewed save; Money waterwall
My audemars for ballers, nigga none of y'all
Shit got real back in '98
Look around lil niggas buying weight
Park the money caller when it's seven???
All white phantom now we heavy weight
Talkin money team, money nigga everyway
Money team, money nigga everyway
She never fucked a nigga with straight commas
They come right back like I'm A.Broner
Come right back like I'm A.Broner
Come right back like I'm A.Broner

I said that i'mma ride for my mofuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die withy my finger onthe trigger
I been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
And i ain't goin' in less I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, nigga (My mofuckin' nigga)
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, My nigga

Got some niggas who will slide like them killers in the eighties
All i got to do is say it ain't no finna maybe
I bust a nigga head it just how my momma raised me
Never really knew my daddy so my brother had to get me
Uptown native, all black mercedes
And my motherfuckin' wrist worth four and a baby
Used to break them down daily, like fuck you; pay me
Now you lookin' at the plug it's self made paper
Pussy on demand like I'm paying for a cabel
Told that bitch this a mob ain't no motherfuckin' label
Tryin' put a hunder grant in the middle of my pawn
I do it for my niggas who can't even get a pawn
Big dope dealer with a death sentence
Ain't snitch, keept it real that's real nigga
Side bitches still trippin' tryin' kill you winner
Got 99 problems, pussy ain't issue
And I'm strapped; what's a pussy nigga would tryin' play
I'm from the jungle nothin but killers and wolves where I stay
Still a type that tell that i'm cool with a 'cain
Bitch I'm good in the hood and I'm good at the bank

I said that i'mma ride for my mofuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die withy my finger onthe trigger
I been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
And i ain't goin' in less I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, nigga (My mofuckin' nigga)
My nigga, my nigga

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