That N*gga

Uh, I'm feelin' like that nigga, I'm feelin like I am Okay, yeah I'm back again, so pop it for pimp
This ain't a different situation, I'm fresh for the occasion
Nigga stale as hell, got work online call it AOL
Oops I mean AOB, Why do they hate on me?
Cause I go indo, I don't ever leave no vacancy
Won't ever see no fake in me, the rich won't allow it
I get green like a?
Call me 6 speed, homie, peep the kick steez
Homie so cold freeze, homie hell naw he don't know me like
Reeboks I'm three hot I came up from nothing now I'm high as tree tops
I'm hot like a furnace, get ripped like a burn disc
I'm somewhere with your bitch, and I'll make her turn tricks, Bitch!
Play the gang on the radio, nigga that's word up like a cameo, Ay!

Okay I'm back again, go head pop it for pimp
This ain't a different situation, I'm fresh for the occasion
Whip color Caucasian, chainsaw buzzing big y'all niggas just tazin', Tzz!
Top ten, no? in that, got yo' bitch bringing it back like she rented it
And I'm takin' it all in pussy open put my dick I think it's September the way it fall in, Like Uhh!
Yeah bitch, how it feel to kick it with a future millionaire bitch
Tick tick, bomb, tick tick, bomb
Rollin' up joints, the size of patons
High as a hill, wanna fly less go Suzy throw them ill kick backs
No retro, petrol, gassin', like a bomb burp
Man we bringing big bands bitch, no concert



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Writer(s): Sudan Williams, Jason Martin, Jay A Fort
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