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Yg Entertainment (em Coreano: Yg 엔터테인먼트), é Uma Empresa De Entretenimento Sul-coreana, Fundada Em 1996 Por Yang Hyun-suk, Com Sede Em Seul. (wikipédia)

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yg01. momma speech intro

yg02. left right

yg - left right

[Verse 1]
Okay, okay, okay
Told her bust it open she said: "okay!"
But what she wearing? Chanel and Dolce
How she want it? Beat up like O.J
Skurt, skurt on a bitch nigga
How much time do you got for a rich nigga?
I need that while I'm relaxin' and the bitch knows gymnastics
So she can divide her legs on this dick like a fraction, right?
Right, left, hit 'em with that right, left
I got that best stroker, I don't need no pipe test
My dick work girl I don't need no mic check
No panties on, I can see your pussy through that white dress
I ain't trippin' baby girl, make that money
Cause if I fuck her right she just might give some to me
And better yet, fuck with me for better sex
I know all the right spots to keep that punani wet

[Bridge]
Girl you know you look fine as hell, right?
You know I buy you that Chanel, right?
You know I fuck you like I'm fresh outta of jail, right?
And if you cheated on me I won't care, right?

[Hook]
(She make that ass go)
Left, Left, Right
Right, Left, Left, Right
(She make that ass go)
Left, Left, Right
Right, Left, Left, Right

[Verse: 2]
I'm a Pisces, she's a Taurus
She said she expensive, well, I could afford it
Never pay for it, but I could explore it
Have your tongue out and legs cocked open like Jordan
She just wanna strip and make a million right?
So she could get rich and feed the children right?
She ain't got no ass shots her shit real, yo
Got her checkin' in with me like I was a P.O
I hate make-up, I hate broke hoes
I can?t talk to you bitch, I ain?t social
Where the bad bitches at? Let me know though
I can send this dick your way baby, postal
Is it Brittany? or Myisha?
Where the ghetto bitches at? Queesha and Syeeda?
She dancin' for them dollars cause she don't know no better
She from the hood so she know how to throw it back better

[Bridge] + [Hook]

[Bridge 2: DJ Mustard]
Now let me see you drop that ass low and go
Left, right, left, right
Now let me see you drop that ass low and go
Left, right, left, right
Now let me see you bring it up slow and go
Left, right, left, right
Now let me see you bring it up slow and go
Left, right, left, right, left, right

[Bridge + Hook + Bridge]

[Skit]

yg03. truth

yg - truth

Aye, did I pass or fail?
Graduate or go to jail?
Who writes the test? Who define's success?
We all wanna win, play ball or rap
But when that don't happen, it ain't no goin' back
You drop out too young, now you just bustin' caps
Call it blue on red but it's really black on black

Cause the more we drop out, the more we go to jail
Like voluntary slaves, expected to fail
Listen up brother, you need to understand
Being truly educated ain't a part of their plan
We got tricked again and slicked again
Held back and not picked again
Short-changed and then chipped again, been slipped again

The truth been flipped again and ripped again
The truth been flipped again and ripped again
The truth been flipped again and ripped again
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want success, so do your best

If money's the only goal then we all gon fail
If greed is a crime then we'd all go to jail
If love is the answer why don't it pay the rent?
If patience is a virtue why's it all spent?
If religion is the way then why we all fightin'?
If mankind gon survive why we ain't united?
If the truth will set you free then we still lyin'?

Big criminals get up but the baby's still cryin'
If karma was real why don't we expect it?
If the earth is our mother then why neglect it?
We got tricked again and slicked again
Held back and not picked again
Short-changed and then chipped again, been slipped again
The truth been flipped again and ripped again
The truth been flipped again and ripped again
The truth been flipped again and ripped again
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want success, so do your best

The truth been flipped again and ripped again
The truth been flipped again and ripped again
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want success, so do your best
The truth been flipped again and ripped again
The truth been flipped again and ripped again
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want
Life's the test, keep the rest, we want success, so do your best

Did I pass or fail?
Graduate or go to jail?
Who writes the test who define success
We all wanna win, play ball or rap
But when that don't happen, it ain't no goin' back
You drop out too young, now you just bustin' caps
Call it blue on red but it's really black on black

Listen up brother, you need to understand
Being truly educated ain't a part of their plan
We got tricked again and slicked again
Held back and not picked again
The truth been flipped again and ripped again

yg04. my nigga feat lil wayne meek mill rich homie qua

yg05. million

yg - million

Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit

Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
She think I'm worth a million so her panties get to peelin'
I stop and get some condoms, so I won't have no children
Legs up in the back seat, booty in the back seat
The way a nigga ballin' you would think I was an athlete
Mustard in that Benzo, I'm up in that Porsche, though

Youse a bad bitch, why you actin' like a whore, though?
Lean by the quart load - 16 Ozs
Mind on a million, bitch, fuck you call me?
All my homies bangers, pistols ain't no strangers
Pistols ain't no strangers, and pistols can't taint us
Ratchets in the lobby, that's my type of party
We buy or sell gangsters, my clique don't need nobody
Rich niggas eat out, pussy niggas Mia
Fuck it then I beast now, like peace out

Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit

I'm riding in that Porsche, mind on some money
Niggas act funny, start makin' money
Pussy make that label, all my niggas able
Pull lil' bro and some killers on the payroll
All my niggas a-holes, act like we don't give a fuck
I bet that shorty hit 'em up
I had to switch it up, now I live it up
I live it Hollywood, we at my house thick as fuck

Pussy don't do shit for me, it's just a nut
No homo, I can do that with my hand, bitch, what?
Bitch I think I'm Tupac, bitch I think I'm Tupac
Niggas talk that shit 'til they get their ass popped
Mamas wanna fuck me, their daughters wanna fuck me
Thee bitches think I'm ratchet and the niggas say I'm lucky
More racks on, couple racks gone
Double racks gone, that's 20 racks gone

Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit

I be ridin'
My niggas we be ridin'
Our pitchers do the fighting
So you don't wanna rise, no
Our money gets on
Ciroc and Patron
Havin' bad bitches come up out they thongs
One rack gone, double racks gone
Couple racks gone, that's 20 racks gone

Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit

yg06. this yick

yg - this yick

Yg the rapper don't trick, but yg the rapper got dick
Yg in a porsche getting' bang from a slut
That I cracked on the bus, I don't give a fuck, nigga what?
Mustard on the beat so you know they gettin' plucked
Fucked like I've been watchin' pornhub on dust
Fuck you from the back with your ass up
Pussy gettin' mashed up, smashed up, mashed like potatoes

Shake it out, aye though!
Bitch named vaughna ass stacked like legos
I just wanna fuck, fuck all that soft shit
Her nigga got limp, what's that? He got a soft dick
Her nigga can't get in, I be doin' a sit-in
Hit it form the back, smack, smack, 'til it giddy up
Her nigga broke, he ain't gettin' money, nigga broke
If I was you I'd probably fuck me too - bitch!

Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam

Maybe I should drink the whole fifth
Niggas always eatin' on shrimp
I ain't used to smoke heavy, now I gotta keep a whole zip
Niggas always talkin' that shit
Your money don't be makin' no sense
Pull up to the hood with no tint
Niggas gotta eat, don't slip
Mustard on the beat, so don't trip
My flow just be makin' hoes sick

I fucked her last week, she cum quick
Everything you see you don't get
Every nigga ballin' ain't rich
Every nigga hatin' is a bitch
And every nigga with him ain't shit
It's lookin' like the denim gon' rip
But dom k the rapper won't quit
And dom k the rapper don't trick
On girls that can barely suck dick
She like when I watch
And on her birthday, I but my dick in her box

Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam

Sweet daddy got dick, jm is active
Got some head off twitter, now nigga that's crackin'
I'm a baby mama killer, your bitch she can get it
You text a bitch, she be like "babe, I'm just chillin'"
My daddy was a ratchet, I sleep with the ratchet
Break a bitch back, I don't need no practice
It's broke-bitch kay, suckin' with the magnum
You ain't a rich bitch in a magnum - bop

Bop bop bleed 'em, boscoe, we bleed 'em
Fuck a basketball wife with pt and g an 'em
I'm a hood rat's hood rat - hood rat
If you need it you can get that
Fuck, back on the couch
I took a bitch down in a sec
Your bitch get around in the set
I dicked the bitch down in the set
The bitch got the set on her neck
I fucked the bitch down in the set

Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam

yg07. i m a real 1

yg - i m a real 1

Aye' Mustard
I swear to God I'm tired of these fake ass niggas
Smash off in that porsche like skurr!
My nigga smoke kush no purp
If that puss got a bush I'm like Nope
Hairy pussy bitch you the type that got herpes
I'm 6 figure nigga your account no digits
Fuck a bitch and bust a nut in 4 minutes
Cause I ain't got time for pussy

While she waste yo' time I'm hittin' all kinds of pussy
You the type that hang with niggas you don't like
For the fame that's a shame your lifestyle is all hype
I used to drive that all white beamer
I had to get that Porsche cause it was cleaner
Now I'm 'bout to throw 4's on that bitch
I'm in the party stumping tricking falls on that bitch
And if one fight then we all fight
Boom Bow Bing nigga on sight

Nigga I'm a real 1
You do whatever for the fame
You make me wanna click clack bang!
Nigga I'm a real 1
I can't stand you niggas
I be wanting to backhand you niggas
Nigga I'm a real 1
Yeah, all my niggas bangers
Watch how I twist my fingers
Nigga I'm a real 1
If one fight then we all fight
Pop a pill to fuck all night

Rollie on the wrist, Louie on the belt
I'm 'bout call the Irs on myself
Amg benzes, porsches on 4's
Me and Mustard pull up, this a car show
Niggas getting mad but we just getting money
I can be your boo thang not your hubby
All the bitches love me, all the bitches love me
If I had a hundred dicks I'd have all the bitches fuck me

New house, new whip, new year, new gold
Same nigga, same shit, same clique, same bros
Nigga I'm a real one
If I ain't got it then I'm a steal one
Nigga, I never feel one
I, I eat the pussy on the first date
Then brush my teeth with colgate
I rather spend money before I spend time
Ask Drake he'll tell you no lie

Nigga I'm a real 1
You do whatever for the fame
You make me wanna click clack bang!
Nigga I'm a real 1
I can't stand you niggas
I be wanting to backhand you niggas
Nigga I'm a real 1
Yeah, all my niggas bangers
Watch how I twist my fingers
Nigga I'm a real 1
If one fight then we all fight
Pop a pill fuck all night

Shit nigga I'm a real one
You ain't a real one til' you kill one
Well click clack bow I'm a real one
Nigga
Can't no nigga tell me nothing 'bout me
Nah nigga, not me

Nigga I'm a real 1
You do whatever for the fame
You make me wanna click clack bang!
Nigga I'm a real 1
I can't stand you niggas
I be wanting to backhand you niggas

Nigga I'm a real 1
Yeah, all my niggas bangers
Watch how I twist my fingers
Nigga I'm a real 1
If one fight then we all fight
Pop a pill fuck all night

yg08. my nigga

yg - my nigga

[Hook: RichHomie Quan]
I said that I?mma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga
Most likely I?mma die with my finger on the trigger
I?ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain?t goin' in unless I?m with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga

[Verse 1: YG]
First thing's first I love all my niggas
This rap shit cracked and I involve my niggas
You lookin' for some lean, lemme call my nigga
He sell it for the high, I need all mines nigga
Some niggas smoke smoke, some niggas drink drank
Got niggas on the block with the Glock that don't think
I said, "That's a nigga back up," they in a bucket lapped up
I got to act right if you niggas wanna act up
He talkin' like a snitch no, that ain?t my nigga
He trippin' off a bitch no, that ain?t my nigga
Take a nigga case, yeah that?s my nigga
Know him since I was eight, yeah that?s my nigga
Fucked my first bitch, passed her to my nigga
Hit my first lick, passed with my nigga
Fuck them other niggas cause I?m down for my niggas
I ride for my niggas, fuck them other niggas

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Just know I'm down with the niggas down for me
I got 2 words for you, love and loyalty
It was me and my nigga, trippin' on a half a B
We used to hit a mall and buy everything we see
Me and my down ass nigga get twisted
Nigga get to trippin', knock the gravy out your biscuit
Just know I fucked with you the long way, my nigga
So when I see you out I?m like, "Hey, my nigga!"
Drink that act right by the case, my niggas
Drink that act right and get straight with my niggas
Me and my nigga ridin' dirty trynna chase them figures
Who got the yopper, who got the yola? Don?t matter, go figure

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
My nigga's okay, my nigga got weight
My nigga fronted me, he the reason I?m straight
My nigga got a house, my nigga got a lake
My nigga we eatin', my nigga get a plate
And we're still hittin' licks, my nigga, my nigga
Runnin' off a nigga shit, my nigga, my nigga
I fucked a nigga bitch with my nigga, my nigga
If a nigga talkin' shit then he ain?t my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
YG my nigga and I ain?t goin' in, ain't trynna leave my niggas
Shawty seein' me and want to leave with a nigga
But it wasn't enough room cause I came with my niggas
My niggas, my niggas
I need a set of wings cause I?m too fly, nigga
And I?m all about my business like a suit and tie nigga
I ride for my niggas (Believe that)

[Hook]

yg09. i just wanna party

yg - i just wanna party

[Hook: YG]
Mama ain't raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Grandpa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don?t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
But I?ll beat the fuck out of a nigga

[Verse 1: YG]
I'm drunk off Hennessy
Hope I don't run into my enemies
That dark liquor give you energy
Now I ain't rich, but I'm finna be
Your baby mama's a flip, she wanna hit a G
I'm back on that bullshit
But she ain't fuckin' and that's bullshit
I can't die, I got too much to live for
I'm getting money, that's what niggas rob and kill for
Fucking with Tenisha and Keisha
But when Keisha see Tenisha she gon' whoop her ass
All my homies gangbangers
They dry their clothes on hangers
All these hoes fuckin', but they don't wanna seem like a ho
So you gotta hit 'em on the low (hit em' on the D-Low!)
West side, get money gang
Socked the mouth for trippin', he lost his watch and earrings

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Nigga, I'm from Hoover Street
Dirty pictures in my cellphone
On 52nd street I'm well-known
Hoover stomp until the cops come
Silver satin get the job done
Money ain't everything, but still I'm rich
Money ain't everything, I'm still gon' crip
From Figueroa to Harv Side where we sock on lips
We break on jaws, niggas since VCR's, nigga
We hope out cars, nigga
I be groovin' 'til I die
Smokin' weed until I'm fried
I could sell a key to God
Pants saggin' with the Glock
I ain't wanna pick the box
All my homies gangbangers
We keep a thumb between our two fingers
We trippin' off the Henny
So don't let me catch you slippin' in the 50's, Ricky

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
Nigga, I'm from Bounty Hunters, East Side lunatic
Gang bang, slap a bitch
I ain't with the extras, I ain't got a stunt double
You ain't got no hands so they might let the gun touch you
Is you bangin' or you ballin', nigga?
You a fax machine, we can't call it, nigga
Everybody ain't a friend, reason why I keep a fo'
You wanna gamble with your life, bet that on the tender-fold, nigga
She bouncing that ass, go ahead shake it
And if she give me that back, bitch, I'ma break it
Shit, that pussy is overrated, some niggas'll chase it
She acting like she be nuttin', some bitches are fakin'
You fightin' to save many souls, know that you losin'
These bitches the reason why some niggas be snoozin'
YG, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hanging?
Shouldn't have chunked his fingers up if he ain't bangin'
I'm sayin'...

[Hook]

[Outro]
But I'll beat the fuck out of a bitch
Why you bullshitting?

yg10. thank god

yg11. when i was gone

yg12. respect her hustle

yg - respect her hustle

You look good, how you doing
what's ya name girl what's poppin?
I respect ya hustle, girl I can't knock it
She asked the lord why she livin
cause it ain't making no sense
She out here selling sex, trynna pay the rent

Now sex, a pay the rent
but see her parents don't even know that
She been through alot
but the way she look don't even show that
She used to strip but everybody know'er
so she don't wanna go back
And sadly her baby daddy, did her dirty like the flo mat
She be happy to pay the taxi
and take her where that dough at
She stressing from confession
she like keeisha where that dro at?
She think conversating with people
bout her problems is so whack

And she don't fck with them btcs
she think them btcs is toe back
She think the devil is a, friend
cause they way she been living
For the right price; she'll give you that sexual healing
Sexual feeling, sex and joke
let's get moe, powder & sniff it
Yup, now she tripping her mother; don't love her
So her mind in the gutter
and her big brother got 20 years for murder
She den been through, it all
nothing more could hurt her
But I respect her struggle so this what I told her

You look good, how you doing
what's ya name girl what's poppin?
I respect ya hustle, girl I can't knock it
She asked the lord why she livin
cause it ain't making no sense
She out here selling sex, trynna pay the rent
3 year old daughter, and her daddy's not involved
She say her, fraud he don't send no money he don't call
So she gotta go extra' hard extra' hard

She got 7 niggas, numbers so went she got home
She text em all
She like, what btc [?] get hit, nigga get the fck back
When it comes to letting her baby down
She like fck that
She live in the ghetto, she always wearing stillettos

She try, to live by the bible
but she get chased by the devil
She fck, a nigga, suck a nigga for no less than 300
Thinking bout, her daughter
prolly got her sick to her stomach
And that's, when she fck it; her mind she finna lose it
Fcking, all these niggas she out here feeling stupid

All these problems, with no one answer them
All these situations, with no one to manage them
Then she was finna, put the glock to her head
Til she met a real nigga and he said
You look good, how you doing
what's ya name girl what's poppin?
I respect ya hustle, girl I can't knock it
She asked the lord why she livin
cause it ain't making no sense
She out here selling sex, trynna pay the rent

yg13. dippin n sippin

yg - dippin n sippin

Dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
I'm on the 105 freeway, doin 110
Patron in my cup, and I'm ridin' with my friends

Dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Just re'd up, so a nigga feelin good
Got 4 racks on me on the way to the hood

Say woah
Oah
Hit the block
Then I stop
Cause I'm drunk
And I'm hot

A nigga drunk a grip, so a nigga gotta piss
Pocket full of money, wit another nigga's bitch
I don't give a fuck, nigga don't give
A shit Imma skinny ass nigga
Wit a long ass dick
And a nigga on, nigga faded
Bitch said she pregnant but I ain't finna claim it
So a nigga ridin, drunk drivin, feelin like I'm glidin, cause a nigga slidin
Just re'd up so a nigga great
My bitch do shopping spree's your bitch can't

And my whip filled up with the homies
Drunk drivin so I'm hidin' from the police
I'm on the freeway, ay fuck the speed limit
And Imma crash in my bedroom with 3 bitches

Cause I was
Dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin

Just re'd up, so a nigga feelin good
Got 4 racks on me on the way to the hood
Say woah
Yeah, I'm pissy drunk so nigga its, fuck you, fuck you
I'm with the homies, we under the influence
Pusha inc. Baby, ye!
We been doin this
Nigga drunk drivin? A bad influence, I dont give a fuck

I'm dippin and I'm sippin
Patron got me on, but these pills got me trippin
And yeah, I'm with the homies, we ashy [?] so fuck you, fuck you
We got some bitches that's easy to influence, spillin out my cup
Cause nigga I'm drunk, and plus
I'm tatted all on my face so you know I dont give a fuck

I'm on the 105 freeway, I'm doin 110
Patron in my cup plus I'm ridin with my friends
Ye ye
Yeah my niggas ball, but you they dont play
Only laugh to the bank
And I'm on the freeway? Ay fuck the speedlimit
I'mma crash in my bedroom with 3 bitches
Cause I was

Dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Just re'd up, so a nigga feelin good
Got 4 racks on me on the way to the hood
Say woah
Oah

I'm on ciroc, patron, the goose got me gone
And my whip look nice, so bitches wont lemme lone
Hit the blunt a couple times so
You know a nigga blownn... Nigga, I'm faded
I'm on ciroc, patron, the goose got me gone
And my whip look nice, so bitches wont lemme lone
Hit the blunt here and there, so you
Know a nigga blownn... Nigga, I'm faded

Dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
I'm on the 105 freeway, doin 110
Patron in my cup, and I'm ridin' with my friends

Dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Dip, dippin n sippin
Just re'd up, so a nigga feelin good
Got 4 racks on me on the way to the hood
Say woah
Woah, ooahh

yg14. i smoke i drank

yg - i smoke i drank

I smoke I drank, I, I, I drank
I smoke I drank, I, I, I drank
I pop I roll, I, I, I roll
I pop I roll, I, I, I roll

Yeah, ya'll gonne have to kill me
Asked your bitch if she can fuck? She said feel free
You can't fuck with me I'm too much too much (too much)
Look at me my money too up (too up)
I'm killin niggas like the ku klux (ku klux)
Niggas talk shit but they don't do much
You niggas pool butts my bitch good lookin

She sucked my dick and told that bitch good lookin
Now I'm rollin off a pill yeah I'm rollin off a pill
Fuck around and crash yeah I'm rolling off a hill
Niggas know the real can't deal with the fake
I ain't looking for some love I can deal with the hate
Ooh ooh yeah my teeth grindin
Emotional bitch just be quite
Yeah look, I got these ratchets being ratchet
Alcohol and pills I got habits on habits nigga

I smoke I drank, I, I, I drank
I smoke I drank, I, I, I drank
I pop I roll, I, I, I roll
I pop I roll, I, I, I roll

Yeah look roll roll roll another one
Light that shit up, take a hit and burn another one
Kush in my system no a bitch fucked up
Purp drank in my cup gon pour a bitch up
Pull me up pull me up bitch you know I can't sleep
And a bitch still rolling off a trip last week
Pusha ink and you know my nigga mustard on the beat
Ratchet quality music and we do it for the streets

We do it for the freaks, we do it for the peeps
We do it for the thieves getting money in the streets
Nigga you don't want the beef man the bros bring the heat
Fire flame for ya ass boy your better have a seat
Westside in this bitch turnt up hella bent
If you really with the shit shake it for the president
On my first lady shit shaking hands on my chips
Yg400 my niggas is relavant

I smoke I drank, I, I, I drank
I smoke I drank, I, I, I drank
I pop I roll, I, I, I roll
I pop I roll, I, I, I roll

I got this kush in my system
Somebody gon be my victim
I got this ciroc in my system
Somebody gon be my victim
I'm a nasty nigga I'll fuck you on the couch
And if you with that I'll fuck you in the mouth
I'm a nasty nigga I'll fuck you on the couch
And if you with that I'll fuck you in the mouth

I smoke I drank, I, I, I drank
I smoke I drank, I, I, I drank
I pop I roll, I, I, I roll
I pop I roll, I, I, I roll

yg15. snitches ain t

yg - snitches ain t

Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks (x8)

Aye..uh
Got this bitch named tasha, she let me fuck her in the
Car.
Like kim kardashian, she wanna be a star.
Got this bitch named britanny, with big ass tities.
But bitches aint shit, cuz bitches act mickey (ughhhhh)
Got a main bitch, but I don't need her.
Everytime we fuck, I gotta pop a bean first.
Hit the purp, then eat that pussy for dessert.
It gets worse, just watch when she squirt.
I got this bitch who act sadity,
She live in the cities,
Everytime she hear I got a new bitch, she says she miss
Me.
Imma thug, got this thug bitch she stay up in the
Jungles.
Everytime we go to crenshaw mall, she have a rumble.
Got this bitch in the hoovas, I don't wanna losaaaaa.
Ass so fat to measure it, I need a rulaaa.
Got this bad bitch, that go to northridge.
She always wear gucci, but she can't afford it.

Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks (x8)

Take a bitch life, now it's my life.
Needa bitch that can fuck, cook, clean, right.
Turn a bitch out, make her lick twice.
Yeah she eat pussy, but she don't fuck dikes.
Laid in the middle, two ? alike
Straight kill a bitch, pop rocks little sprite.
Bam bam little chubby ass gooy car,
Tell the bitch twinkle twinkle come meet a star,
I dont odom, no lamar
Kind of money make her come out her leotard,
I'm in this bitch, like my dick hard.
And I shuffle money, like playing cards.
Uh
Yg tell them bitches wassup, they ready to cut no,
Links in my suit, we don't cuff em,
Straight duck em, like donald.
Quack qwak,
I dont even know the sound them bitches make
Cuzzzzzz....

Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks (x8)

Look I like bitches, that's lightskinned-ed,
With ah whole a lot of ass, and get right with it,
Off a pill, I can prolly' make her like bitches,
Lick lick it, like a lolli till it's like liquid,
These hoochies always talkin' bout, where my dick is,
But if it's not in your mouth, then get out my
Business,
A nigga real ratchet, I ain't wifin' shit,
Known to fuck and cut her off, lightswitches.
Uh, now what I get ? money bitch,
You look good, but to me you just a bummy bitch,
And the funny shit is, you know my other bitch,
Met me through her, on some under cover lover shit,
Got damn, ain't that your homegurl?
Scandalous bitches, we livin' in a cold world.
That's why I flip em, flip em like ah zone gurl.
And everyweek I change my number to my phone cuz...

Bitches ain't shit but, hoes and tricks (x9).

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yg - left right

yg - truth

yg - my nigga feat lil wayne meek mill rich homie qua

yg - million

yg - this yick

yg - i m a real 1

yg - my nigga

yg - i just wanna party

yg - thank god

yg - when i was gone

yg - respect her hustle

yg - dippin n sippin

yg - i smoke i drank

yg - snitches ain t

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