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letra de yeah that's us remix - major figgas

remix
hot runners
my n-gga tl
uh, mf sh-t, uh uh
like that here, uh
aleta!

(chorus)
yo who them playas makin money now? (yeah that’s us)
wrist glis when its sunny now (yeah that’s us)
cristal at the bar now (yeah that’s us)
20 inches on the car now (yeah that’s us)
but who them playas most hated now? (yeah that’s us)
straight from the hood but we made it now (yeah that’s us)
plaques platinum plated now (yeah that’s us)
mf come on baby say it now (yeah that’s us)

(spade)
ayo yeah that’s us
we leave the lanes in the back
play the range wit the rack
or the benz wit the hatch
chrome the rims to match
wit that sh-t in the ear
yeah that’s us fresh dressed when its jiggy affairs
cause i’m a hot boy
stayin warm in a cold land
wit the d on any baller wit a cold hand
die young?
i wanna be a rich old man
two grand, blue and tan
picture me rollin

(dutch)
yeah that’s u to the s
m to the f
n-ggas hate us
cause we are what they tryin to be
it’s us again
bet, videos, and broads
it’s us again
billboards, stares gettin hard
it’s our time
land jets on and off
girl where you wanna go?
ain’t to worry bout the cost
s-5 wit the cranberry gloss
double nadas on top of it all

(chorus)

(bumpie johnson)
yeah that’s b-u-m-p-i-e
you know how i be playa
slanted eye 5
bandana high tied
godd-mn it i’m fly!
keep the stash in the car
blow stacks at the bar
jewels rock
don’t know?
better ask who we are
hard as sh-t
hate to see me ballin, b-tch
pinky rings get “ooohs”
but they applaud the wrist
standin o for the chain
i floss the pits
only f-ck wit the figgas
i ain’t got no friends
who dem playas waitin for yo -ss in a parked benz?
turn yo head
think we floggin out
but we them same cats that be ridin out
while you all up in the bar on your fake -ss hemi rot
run up the in the bar give you a real -ss semi-shot
in this game n-ggas can’t be trust
who them playas comin for the t-tle?

(chorus)

(bianca)
first b-tch
never salute me as a lady
gl-ss tint, p-ss vent
jag coupe doin 80, sh-t
yall know the name
n-gga the first and the last
for all of that i draw back
the first one to blast
see i blow high, blow pie
all on yo set
sho shot, throw rocks
all on the neck
the show stop
when we ball in the ‘vettes
eleven karats on the chest
and it’s all in bigettes

(gillie)
last but not least
the kid on that philly sh-t
nine milli on the hip
know the name
gillie, beitch!
like trinidad
stick the jab
back these n-ggas off me
spin the jag
sugar white
slippers glossy
link flossy
wheel tinted
b-tches salty
all they see is a mink hood over the baldy
then blazin
we drop, yall see nathan
f-ckin wit m dot f, the amazin, sh-t

(chorus)

mf, future of the rap game
yeah that’s us at the bar
yeah that’s us wearin watches you can’t even tell the time on, that’s us
if you lookin around and you wonder why its like it is its cause of us
so either roll over or get rolled over, playboy
that’s the way its gonna be in 2000
you know they gonna feel this one

- major figgas

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