CORRECT LYRICS
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All she like is cocaine, so she having mood swings
None my niggas gang bang, still they let that thing bang
Bops calling rang rang Mary Jane my main thang
Everyday a struggle f*ck the world we gotta maintain
I be Nipsey Hussling like I'm up on Crenshaw
You was always hating, that's okay, because we been saw
I kept it 100 with some niggas 'til they went flaw
It ain't nothing sweet but I'm brown sugar to my grandma
Had to do that shit I did to make it out that jam
So I buss' it out the wrapper, serve ya momma, thank ya ma'am
And shorty keep that personal baggie up in her purse, said she'll let you get a bump but let her geek a little first
Ay, watch her grit her teeth, kept my eyes up on the street cuz the police steady lurking and I got that thing on me
I'm smoking on that diesel out that wood, yo shit own E, paid the cost to be the boss, ain't none of this shit here come free
We still out here living rugged, how you live so comfortably?
Don't know nothing bout no love so I can't be on no love seat
If shorty throw that p*ssy, bet she throw that thing to me, nigga say he want a feature, I want money. That's a fee, best believe
I need to talk to God he probably worried bout me, I need to call mi padres cuz I know they worried too
But momma I'm a man I can walk in my own shoes, nowadays it's f*ck the laws, out here making our own rules, Uh
All she like is cocaine, so she having mood swings
None my niggas gang bang, still they let that thing bang
Bops calling rang rang Mary Jane my main thang
Everyday a struggle f*ck the world we gotta maintain
None my niggas gang bang, still they let that thing bang
Bops calling rang rang Mary Jane my main thang
Everyday a struggle f*ck the world we gotta maintain
I be Nipsey Hussling like I'm up on Crenshaw
You was always hating, that's okay, because we been saw
I kept it 100 with some niggas 'til they went flaw
It ain't nothing sweet but I'm brown sugar to my grandma
Had to do that shit I did to make it out that jam
So I buss' it out the wrapper, serve ya momma, thank ya ma'am
And shorty keep that personal baggie up in her purse, said she'll let you get a bump but let her geek a little first
Ay, watch her grit her teeth, kept my eyes up on the street cuz the police steady lurking and I got that thing on me
I'm smoking on that diesel out that wood, yo shit own E, paid the cost to be the boss, ain't none of this shit here come free
We still out here living rugged, how you live so comfortably?
Don't know nothing bout no love so I can't be on no love seat
If shorty throw that p*ssy, bet she throw that thing to me, nigga say he want a feature, I want money. That's a fee, best believe
I need to talk to God he probably worried bout me, I need to call mi padres cuz I know they worried too
But momma I'm a man I can walk in my own shoes, nowadays it's f*ck the laws, out here making our own rules, Uh
All she like is cocaine, so she having mood swings
None my niggas gang bang, still they let that thing bang
Bops calling rang rang Mary Jane my main thang
Everyday a struggle f*ck the world we gotta maintain
