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YG

How 2 Make It In America

 

How 2 Make It In America

(album: 4 Hunnid Degreez - 2012)


[YG:]
Okay, my name YG and I came to play
Fuck, then I bust a nut, [?] aim her face
Yeah, I'm a real nigga, I ain't got time to fake
The Glock like a fan, ha, blow ya mind away
I'm on the grind, I told my momma, "Fuck a nine-to-five"
I get money, fuck bitches, that's my alibi
I'm laughing in ya bitches pussy like hahaha

But anyways, I'm getting paid, yeah, I get it how I'm living
Treat the game like a spider in my house, I gotta kill it
Okay, Big Dick Bandit, yeah, ya bitch know
We outside smoking that indo
And my momma bends 'em, and my momma bends 'em
I'm a cute young nigga, and my momma friends know
Give her a bottle of Ciroc and a thizz pill
And if she ain't fucking, throw her out the windshield

[YG (Mac Miller):]
Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't never lie
Change hoes like channels, got these bitches televised
Hit that puff-puff, now a young nigga hella high
And I can show you how to make it in America
How ya ride, how ya riding, on twenty-four inches
Hotel room, what you drinkin'? Twenty-four bitches
(Most Dope crew in this motherfucker, [?])
Yup, yup, that's how I'm living, nigga never check the price
Living fast like I got a second life

[Mac Miller:]
Uh, a hundred thousand in the briefcase like I won a sweepstakes
Party with aristocratic bitches, bring the cheese plate (Plate)
I really am this (This), and you just seem great (Great)
Weight of the world on my shoulders 'til my knees break (Break)
Give 'em E pills (Pills), tell 'em, "Be still"
I got them donuts for you, and they cream filled (Haha)
Got expensive clothes and extensive flows (Flows)
Designer brands that you'll never own (No)
A second phone that I'm never on
Eating filet mignon from her restaurant
And that's pussy (Pussy), not before money (Money)
Yeah, It's Mac Miller, YG, 4Hunnid (4Hunnid)
So hit me up with that Dutch to split
You mad that lil' white boy fucked ya bitch (Sorry)
Next time you better cuff that chick
'Cause she ain't never gonna get enough of this

[YG:]
Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't never lie
Change hoes like channels, got these bitches televised
Hit that puff-puff, now a young nigga hella high
And I can show you how to make it in America
How ya ride, how ya riding, on twenty-four inches
Hotel room, what you drinkin'? Twenty-four bitches
Yup, yup, that's how I'm living, nigga never check the price
Living fast like I got a second life

Okay, I'm riding though the city with the top down
At the first day of summer, niggas hot now
I got bars, the flow put you on lockdown
This ain't a weight room but my niggas got pounds
I hit the block, then I bounce
She a young nigga [?]
Just get yo' bitch [?] keep blowing up my phone
What the fuck Is going on? Tell that bitch to leave me alone
She only look good in my whip or in her thong
Okay, I meet a bitch, beat a bitch
Fucked her, then I leave a bitch
Fucked her with the lights off, she ain't even see the dick
And if she looked bad, you know I'ma eat the bitch
Now she all on a nigga like cheetah print
I'm on Mars and my flow on Jupiter
Wrist go dumb, but my chain go stupider
I'm the shit, bitch, I have yo' niggas stupider
Now Heavenly Father, could you protect me from Lucifer?

Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't never lie
Change hoes like channels, got these bitches televised
Hit that puff-puff, now a young nigga hella high
And I can show you how to make it in America
How ya ride, how ya riding, on twenty-four inches
Hotel room, what you drinkin'? Twenty-four bitches
Yup, yup, that's how I'm living, nigga never check the price
Living fast like I got a second life

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