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Memphis Bleek - All About Me lyrics
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Give a fuck what you say Extra, I don't do it I don't give a fuck what you say Let's get these niggaz Yeah, I give a fuck what you say You know how we do it man I don't give a fuck what you say It's 534 Yeah I give a fuck what you say, nigga I give a fuck what you say, nigga, Yo, Yo [Verse 1:] You know I'm comin through the ville Grippin wheel What the deal So who slide off the heel Tryin to get myself a mill In my system, this is still How I'm livin, just as trill Nigga, E don't make a difference Nigga, feel how you feel Just another day On my way to getting paid Nigga, spray a hater, raid I'm tryin to stay out they way Wavin at the babes On the corner like 'hey' Stuntin' like it's nothin The performer in me Grab myself some grub Get a hug Give a pound Give a peace Get low I aint tryin to stick around Get a beat Get a girl Get my gamble on Get 'em girls, give 'em hell Keep it movin on out Back at the house At a light, BET PS2, HDTV, Fight night, night night, Knock the homie out Got the shorty gettin aggie Lookin lonely on the couch [Chorus:] And I'ma still hug block, Give a fuck what you say, Pants saggin, du-raggin' Give a fuck what you say, Big chain, gettin change, Give a fuck what you say, Cause at the end of the day, Yeah, it's all about me Big trucks with them rims Give a fuck what you say Leavin' the club with like ten I give a fuck what you say A hundred grand on the benz I give a fuck what you say Cause at the end of the day, Yeah, it's all about me [Verse 2:] Aint nothin changed But the change Not a lame, never been You say fuck me, it's fuck you Been the same ever since If you love me, i love you The game, i was lent, From the O.G., H-O, He aint never been A liar, I concur With every word that was said For the family I give 'em A hundred and ten percent For the fony I give 'em A hundred and ten of them Nigga, nine, m and m How I could send it through the wind Back to the grind Pay the haters nevermind Being broke is in the past I pray I never rewind Fine wine dreams Rockin' gators, lime green Out in Vegas with my team Breakin tables, na-mean? Money on the wall, Make the game go good Have money on the ave But the shit never last Puff, puff, pass, Nigga that's how we live Everyday, So keep the misery where you is, Nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3:] 534 Nigga, 4, 3, 2, 1, Blastoff, NASA, We got a problem This represents the struggle The hustle, the bums, The rats, the roaches, Nigga that's where we from Summertime cookout Open up the johnny pumps Baby, I don't care If you just got your hair done You still gettin wet Young hustlers on the steps Tryin to follow in the steps Of the vets From the jets Young niggaz act hard Ballin's in the back park Me, I played the monkey bars On girls, tried to mack hard Back when cane was blastin from the car Got a package of cane Brought at you to the yard And uuuuh ... [Chorus] |
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