CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : f*ck Da Otha Side
Edai off that yak
I go so stupid, bring me back
A fifty MAC up in my mac
Tell em free my broski Mak
Six zero zero double
If they want it, then it's trouble
Then I f**k her, then I'm gone
Beat her feet like Barney Rubble
Up a .30, got a .50
Rob a n***a, tell em get me
That's no gimmick, here's the semi
Shoot it twice, no f**k it, empty
And they dumping out my window
Bullets faster than a temple
n***as better keep their cool
Or else we ducking like the limbo
How you killin'? How you drillin'?
b*t*h, you're not up on my lеvel
How you talkin' bout a billion
But you still rocking the Aero
Diamonds in my f**kin' bеzel
Three shout outs out to the [?]
Then I kill you n***as dead
You should just sleep with your shovel
How you talkin' bout a diss
My bro Manny f**ked yo b*t*h
Then she probably sucked his d**k
Then you probably give her a kiss
I just busted on her lips
I just f**ked her, then I dip
But you wifed her, that's your life
And I just d**ked her till she quit
Watch me take off like a henny
Know it's money that I'm spending
When I'm talkin' bout this money
Stupid b*t*hes don't get any
And these b*t*hes, I got plenty
I just feed these b*t*hes Remy
Then just f**k her out her panties
But the b*t*h don't get a penny
Lil Duck better duck
Fore I dump and leave you slumped
In the trunk, is you drunk
Dissin' me, you must be dumb
Run up on you, then you dead
Hold the fifty, [?]
Bullets burn, just like perms
b*t*h we'll put you in a urn
He a mark, he a therm
How you claimin' you on top
How you rapping and you robbing
b*t*h we'll put you in a box
Since you want to be on top
We'll put you on top
Of a shirt, in the dirt
Get you merked, put in work
Get you killed, it's a drill
Them n***as'll get you killed
Got a problem, get you merked
And shoot them targets on your shirt
And dissolve you into the dirt
Tired of talkin', that don't work
Have 600 put in work
And smoke his ass like he j*rk
f**k MOB, suck a d**k
Big shout outs to the WIIC
Big shout outs to Dro City
Young Money, what it is
Big shout outs to the Lam
Chief Wuk, that's my fam
DN too, Mizzle too
For them n***as, I'll blam
Got yo b*t*h f**kin' too
Let the guys bust her, too
Money gang, that's my crew
Say the word, they'll shoot
Yea we drillin', b*t*h that's true
You some kinda f**kin' stu
Lil Famous make you famous
He'll put you on the news
He'll never saw a thing
Call em Aeropostale cane
Only billion that he got
Is a billion Aero jeans
Billion Black, best get back
Fore I dump and give him MAC
He'll lack, get him clapped
Best be sleeping with your strap
I go so stupid, bring me back
A fifty MAC up in my mac
Tell em free my broski Mak
Six zero zero double
If they want it, then it's trouble
Then I f**k her, then I'm gone
Beat her feet like Barney Rubble
Up a .30, got a .50
Rob a n***a, tell em get me
That's no gimmick, here's the semi
Shoot it twice, no f**k it, empty
And they dumping out my window
Bullets faster than a temple
n***as better keep their cool
Or else we ducking like the limbo
How you killin'? How you drillin'?
b*t*h, you're not up on my lеvel
How you talkin' bout a billion
But you still rocking the Aero
Diamonds in my f**kin' bеzel
Three shout outs out to the [?]
Then I kill you n***as dead
You should just sleep with your shovel
How you talkin' bout a diss
My bro Manny f**ked yo b*t*h
Then she probably sucked his d**k
Then you probably give her a kiss
I just busted on her lips
I just f**ked her, then I dip
But you wifed her, that's your life
And I just d**ked her till she quit
Watch me take off like a henny
Know it's money that I'm spending
When I'm talkin' bout this money
Stupid b*t*hes don't get any
And these b*t*hes, I got plenty
I just feed these b*t*hes Remy
Then just f**k her out her panties
But the b*t*h don't get a penny
Lil Duck better duck
Fore I dump and leave you slumped
In the trunk, is you drunk
Dissin' me, you must be dumb
Run up on you, then you dead
Hold the fifty, [?]
Bullets burn, just like perms
b*t*h we'll put you in a urn
He a mark, he a therm
How you claimin' you on top
How you rapping and you robbing
b*t*h we'll put you in a box
Since you want to be on top
We'll put you on top
Of a shirt, in the dirt
Get you merked, put in work
Get you killed, it's a drill
Them n***as'll get you killed
Got a problem, get you merked
And shoot them targets on your shirt
And dissolve you into the dirt
Tired of talkin', that don't work
Have 600 put in work
And smoke his ass like he j*rk
f**k MOB, suck a d**k
Big shout outs to the WIIC
Big shout outs to Dro City
Young Money, what it is
Big shout outs to the Lam
Chief Wuk, that's my fam
DN too, Mizzle too
For them n***as, I'll blam
Got yo b*t*h f**kin' too
Let the guys bust her, too
Money gang, that's my crew
Say the word, they'll shoot
Yea we drillin', b*t*h that's true
You some kinda f**kin' stu
Lil Famous make you famous
He'll put you on the news
He'll never saw a thing
Call em Aeropostale cane
Only billion that he got
Is a billion Aero jeans
Billion Black, best get back
Fore I dump and give him MAC
He'll lack, get him clapped
Best be sleeping with your strap
