100 lyrics for "My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)"
I do what I like, I do, I do I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I think us bad bitches is a gift from
PlayRun up them racks I'm doin' it Run up them racks I'm doin' it, nigga If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you Countin' hunnits, yeah nigga Diamonds froze, chill nigga I went platinum independent then I signed my deal, nigga Young nigga, 17, all
PlayGot the game from them old niggas You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga I'm still glad I smoke weed Hidin' from the police I spent time overseas, hanging out in England And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this Do a little time out
PlayYour nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
PlayNigga really wanna die in the night time Tired of feelin' like I'm trapped in my damn mind Tired of feelin' like I'm wrapped in a damn lie Tired of feelin' like my life is a damn game Don't go, stay up and don't go Don't go, don't go to sleep Nigga
PlayEveryone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt Desperado, do work for
PlayLaid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Heah hah hah! I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got
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