Yg - How To Make It In America Şarkı Sözleri

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(VERSE 1)
ok my name yg and i came to play ,fuck then i bust a nut where i aim her face
yeah ima real niqqa i aint got time to fake the glock like a fan high blow yo mind away
im on the grind i told my momma fuck a 9 to 5 i get money fuck bitches thats what i live by
im laughin in yo bitch pussy like hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha but anyways im gettin pay
yeah i get it how im livin treat the game like a spider in my house i gotta kill it ok big dick banner yeah yo bitch know
we outside spokin that indoor and momma benzo and my momma benzo im a cute young niqquh and my momma friends know
give her a bottle of cirrock and a thiz pill and if she aint fuckin throw out the wind shield
(HOOK)
real niqqa real niqquh i aint never lie change hoes like channels got these bitches televised
hit that puff-puff now a young niqqa hella high and could show you how to make it in america
how you ridin how you ridin on 24 -inches hotel room weed drinkin 24 bitches yuhp
yuhp thats how im living niqqa never check the price livin fast like i gotta second life
Mac Miller
uhh a hundred thousand in the breaf-case like i won the sweap-stakes
party with a rich stacratic bitches bring the cheese plate(plate)
im really am this and you just seem great weight of the world on my shoulders til my knees break
give'em E-pills tell'em be still i got them doughnuts for you and they creamed filled
got exspensive clothes you exstence a flow designer brands that you'll never own no
a second phone that im never on eatin filet mignon from her restaraunt and thats pussy not before money
yeah its mac miller yg 400 so hit me up with that dutch to split he mad that lil white boy fucked yo bitch(sorry)
next time you better cuff that chick cuhz she aint never gonna get enough of this (cuff yo chick)
(HOOK)
real niqqa real niqquh i aint never lie change hoes like channels got these bitches televised
hit that puff-puff now a young niqqa hella high and could show you how to make it in america
how you ridin how you ridin on 24 -inches hotel room weed drinkin 24 bitches yuhp
yuhp thats how im living niqqa never check the price livin fast like i gotta second life

(VERSE 2)
ok im ridin through the city with top down like the first day of summer niqqa's hot now
i got bars that flow put you on lock-down this aint a weight room but my niqqas got pounds
i hit the block then i bounce yeah a young niqqa gone just gave yo bitch dick she keep blowin up my phone
what the fuck is goin on tell that bitch to leave me 'lone she only look good in my whip or in a thong
ok i meet a bitch key the bitch fuck her then i leave a bitch fuck her with the lights off she aint even see the dick
and if she look bad you know ima eat the bitch now she all on a niqqa like trina brick
im on mars and my flow on jupiter wrist go dumb but my chain go stupidder im the shit bitch
ill have yo niqqa scoop it up and heavenly father can you protect me from lucifer
(HOOK)
real niqqa real niqquh i aint never lie change hoes like channels got these bitches televised
hit that puff-puff now a young niqqa hella high and could show you how to make it in america
how you ridin how you ridin on 24 -inches hotel room weed drinkin 24 bitches yuhp
yuhp thats how im living niqqa never check the price livin fast like i gotta second life