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Sept4th (You Gone See)

 

Sept4th (You Gone See)

(album: You Welcome - 2015)


Yeah (Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wait, aha (Let's go)

This that Bun B, that Pimp C, that Texas aura, that DJ Screw
Blessed to be in this situation, but this still don't equal what I'm 'bout to do
God flow, I know I'ma run the game, just some shit that I know
I go anywhere that I desire, turn it to a light show
Straight drop, young nigga working, just tryna get a plate pop
Ayy, stop, I just need your bitch for a second, that's some great top
Rap game so inconsistent, me losin'? That's not consistent
Bad boy, young Isaiah, eighty-eight Detroit Pistons
Signed up for the show business, these niggas got no business
Always talking that broke business, [?] business
You see what I see, thought years ago we was set free
Shit, nowadays everything twisted, gotta watch my back for the police
Ride the beat like a old Caprice, let y'all have that Twitter beef
Rather count up a hunnid K, maybe seventy-five, shit had to [?]
Old rappers tryna make peace, too busy checking my sky [?]
Delta put me in the diamond club, cran' apple, baby, all smiles
Made your bitch grab a wet towel, kiss my neck, then wipe my down
Can't escape no crazy bitch, everywhere I go I swear they all around
Tied up like shoe strings, left the old for a new fling
The head better, the pussy wetter and I don't like your mood swings
I don't like these broke boys, really thugging all in the comments
Meanwhile I'm sending dick pics to your bitch, bitch, you better pay homage
Cosign my damn self, still catch me in the top forty
Me and bobby like Snoop and Dre, like Jay and Ye, like Drake and 40
Hit the gas station, grab a forty, send the wire, I'ma need forty
Just bought me a new forty, Puma'd down, I'm real sporty
Legendary like Berry Gordy, I will never buy a bitch a yorkie
Did that, regret the shit, you need me like a work permit
I throw that dick, then you throw a fit, stop playing check the point of view
Bitch, I'm hot like a bowl of stew, tell your main bitch to follow through
Hell yeah, I'm tryna ball too, from the three-o-five to the two-one-three
Plenty doubted, but I'm still here, I ain't budging, bitch, yeah, you gon' see

Let's go, you gon' see
Let's go, you gon' see
Ayy, you gon' see
Plenty doubted, but I'm still here, I ain't budging, bitch, yeah (You gon' see)

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