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Tru - Anything Goes lyrics
Chorus 2X Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe You don't know the game 'till you fuck That's how it goes [Master P] Young nigga tryin' to get rich Posted up with this shit On the grind tryin' to slang that muthafuckin' shit Servin' the fiends the ice cream You mean that crack [King George] Bullets can't man tag, one time for the gat Can he make it, will he fake it Fiends call him Betty Crocker [Master P] Cause he got the bacon [Big Ed] You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho Choppin' it up like fat, gettin' hit on that pager Cause it's all about the skrilla, nigga Pockets gettin' bigga Pockets gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger [Silkk] Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them Whatever it may be, everybody against them Chorus 2X [Master P] Niggas hittin' the bass, straight playa But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin' hatas If I were a football player, i'd probably be Lawrence Taylor Blockin' these hatas off, be mad Cause they know Master P's got it goin' man That's why I fuck your bitch, but she ain't shit And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick But you cause you lame But like Ice Cube said, |
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