letra de yg freestyle | la leakers freestyle #150 - yg

[intro: yg]
yeah
yeah
yeah, look
look

[verse: yg & justin credible]
turnt up, burnt-out
pretty b-tches outta house
who f-ck n-ggas for clout, things she did it with her mouth (mhm)
i rep the west so hard, they don’t feel me in the south (ooh, ooh)
they f-ck with me but they just can’t get with the bounce
ice-t said l.a. n-ggas don’t wear chains
but why the f-ck i got bust downs and plain janes?
i be covered in gold, n-gga, a-spades (yes)
big dog in the city, b-tch, great thang (big dog, uh)
they like, “how you maintain, livin’ with a gang bang?” (yeah)
’cause i keep that flame flame, play with me, your brains hang (woo)
b-tch i’m a whole gangster like my stage namе
get money and f-ck on your main thang (let’s do it)
paparazzi, f-ck thе fame, tequila sippin’ i’m the pain
but every time some sh-t happen, yg the one to blame? (mmh, mmh)
and that’s lame, that’s a f-ckin’ shame
i swear that sh-t’s strange
one ticket, two ticket, three tickets, fo’
i got tickets and they ain’t from the po-po
i got plenty mo’, i f-ck with plenty hoes
they suck me then f-ck me and then talk about they goals (woo)
no, i don’t politic, i’m not a politician
got hope in my heart i hope the opps ain’t got a pot to p-ss in (come on)
how that’s your goal but tryin’ competition?
type a n-gga get caught in awkward positions
i’m fightin’ addictions, i pay commissions, g-y positions
for convictions, for street cred so y’all would listen (okay)
i don’t trust a soul dog, that’s my position (woo)
ayy, ’cause, n-gga, i been crossed by christians
so cautious, i let it bang (come on)
in a courtroom i’m a rapper, i ain’t never sane (come on)
same n-gga, same i ain’t never changed
married to the game, fo’ hunnid on the wedding rings (okay)
stupid, made it out the streets, gata blueprint
y’all was mad, nip was crip and i was whoopin’
that was my low, we did our thang, we was troopin’
they was mad back then but now they salutin’ (salute)
to the coach, i made contribution
gave back to the city, i done pay for prostitution (mmh, okay)
’cause they ain’t the same but still gave ’em evolution
the homies do the crime, i pay the restitution
respectfully, if you ain’t steppin’ you can’t get next to me
so much of a real n-gga, they thought i had the recipe
ecstasy, how i make her feel s-xually
she toppin’ me off, i can’t get enough, i’m thinkin’ ’bout the broccoli (come on)
in my city dog, it’s shoot-outs and robberies
so think twice before you rodeo drive for a shoppin’ spree (that’s fact)
check your chain if you ain’t slidin around properly
shoot first, ask questions later, speak glockanese
oh, glockanese, okay
yeah (yg)
hold on, i gotta say this, i gotta say this (run it then)
and how to rob a rapper ain’t no diss
it’s just a message to these rappers, please be on your sh-t (be clear)
yeah (be clear)
[outro: yg & justin credible]
long live nip hussle, long live slim fo’, 400
i got issues out now (woo), talk to me
okay, yg settin’ the record straight out here

- yg

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