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Now what the hell is y'all hatin for
Ain't this what you been waitin for
Ain't this what you niggas take me for
Ain't this what your yo bitch thank me for
Can I have a bad bitch wit out no Flaws
Come to see me wit out no draws
Not in my room but down the hall
I got the drugs bitch bring alcohol
Why Can't a young nigga get bread anymore
Why Can't a young nigga get a head anymore
Head from a bad bitch bitch until her jaws soar
Get out my room bitch and don't slam the door
Yo wip's a in-fin-it-ty, but mines a Porsche
You got mad when you heard that bitch roar
There's three-of-them, they wit me in the Porsche
It's-three-am and, they wit me in the Porsche

Can't a young nigga get money anymore
Let my pants sag down to the floor
What does it matter as long as I score
If you have hate me, down to the core
Yeah yeah my wip look better than yours
Yeah yeah my bitch look better than yours
Yeah yeah my wip look better than yours
Yeah yeah my bitch look better than yours

Why you over the lookin at me
I see yo nigga standin there

Young pimpin like nigga n walk wit swang
Talk with a slang While you talkin insane
Gettin brain off your main
Chic off maryjane
Keep it turnt up in this bitch
We set it off with a bang
If I cock and I aim Off with a lame
If he soft in the lane thats cholk to his frame
If show up to the thang that's salt to the game
OK OK u a boss what a boss to a kang

Can't a young nigga get money anymore
Let my pants sag down to the floor
What does it matter as long as I score
If you have hate me, down to the core
Yeah yeah my wip look better than yours
Yeah yeah my bitch look better than yours
Yeah yeah my wip look better than yours
Yeah yeah my bitch look better than yours

Why you over the lookin at me
I see yo nigga standin there



Credits
Writer(s): Carroll Alexander
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