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Too Short - Here We Go lyrics
Chorus: D' Wayne Wiggins How does it feel when ya livin like that and ya pockets are fat? Cuz you're a playa and you're pimpin hoes So tell me how does it feel when ya money aint right and ya pockets are tight? You're still a hustla and you can't let go Verse 1: When I was broke I used to feel the pain Now I got money aint nothin changed Same hustla tryin to hold on to what I got And thats alot, players like me can't be stopped I was starvin, couldn't afford a TV Dinner But now I roll around in a DB-7 Throwin up the two, to the hoes and pimps It's all about the money, you know what I'm gettin How the fuck you think I felt when I was broke All the rumors I got killed and I was smoked I tell the truth, I don't care how you feel about me I'm still in the game and you still gotta see My face goin down the muthafuckin street Top down, beat loud with a top-notch freak You say it aint real life Cuz you don't know what it feels like, beyotch Chorus Verse 2: I feel like I'm a million dollar bill Still in the game, all about the real Can't feel sorry for you, do your thang Don't be mad at the world cuz you can't hang If you feel like doin somethin that aint productive Look in the mirror, check yourself and say "fuck it" It's the year two-thousand, I know you feel me But I can't understand why you niggas wanna kill me Went from broke to rich, I got your bitch kneelin I told her "smoke this dick bitch, don't fight the feelin" And when she did it, she started jockin me I saw it in your eyes, you felt like sockin me For every action theres a consequence Playa-haters always tryna start some shit But then you gotta fight these niggas here It feels good to be a playa, bitches everywhere Chorus Verse 3: I feel like eleven albums aint enough And at the same time you feel like you can't come up Sometimes real life don't feel right You been fuckin her for years but its still tight Then I came through bammin, vagina started expandin Used to be shallow, but now you landed in Deep water drownin and thats some real game It's been your pussy for years, but it don't feel the same I been creepin, feelin your bitch up on the weekend Is it still good she calls me Dr. Feelgood I'll be her last pimp, you just a has been And when she talks about you its all past tense I said I don't give a fuck about history I'll tell you bout my life then show you how this dick'll be In you all night, go ask your bitch was she feelin me Man, you niggas be killin me, haters. Chorus |
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