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This My Shit

 

This My Shit

(album: MBMGC 2 - 2013)


Wake up in the morning counting cake
They ain't really balling, sound fake
Pulling up in a new whip
This shit bang yeah this my shit
This my shit
This my shit
This shit bang yeah this my shit
This my shit
This my shit
This shit bang yeah this my shit

This my shit tho
Keep it all on a bitch tho
Young philippino got the game on lock
Heartbreak game and it ain't gon' stop
I been killing every verse put it in the dirt
[?]
It's on the work huh
Give it see it all dimes
Put it in my pocket cause my bitch is on times
I'm a young rich rapper getting pesos
Got a freak in San Diego
Got pull in a whip playing Nintendo
Got stripes like a bengal
I'll be in and out of lanes always getting change
Money on my brain talking 'bout the paper but we ain't the same huh
Give a fuck about a hater, young dude getting paper

Wake up in the morning counting cake
They ain't really balling, sound fake
Pulling up in a new whip
This shit bang yeah this my shit
This my shit
This my shit
This shit bang yeah this my shit
This my shit
This my shit
This shit bang yeah this my shit

Running the Bay, like a sprinter do
Crazy how this started in the living room
Bad hoes that's a wonder finna get it to
Asking hella questions like a interview
No dope, we can't even speak, I'm getting this cheese
I'm rollin a B, HBK, my gang is elite
Getting money on another level
I'm about cheddar and your bitch, she down for whatever
Uh, I put the game on her
She told me I was cold I put the flame on her
I'm from the Bay what the fuck you thinking
Mixing jammy with the gin, what the fuck you drinking
Uh, we tweaking heavy my clique is ready
Might just pull up in the Lex might be in the Chevy
HBK gang yeah we're here to get it
Got cash mother fuck a credit uh

Wake up in the morning counting cake
They ain't really balling, sound fake
Pulling up in a new whip
This shit bang yeah this my shit
This my shit
This my shit
This shit bang yeah this my shit
This my shit
This my shit
This shit bang yeah this my shit

Wake up in the morning counting cake
They ain't really balling, sound fake
Pulling up in a new whip
This shit bang yeah this my shit
This my shit
This my shit
This shit bang yeah this my shit
This my shit
This my shit
This shit bang yeah this my shit

done

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