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Open Ya Mind

Lyrics

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'
And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga
A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand
After market extendo, I pray it don't jam
They say it's on sight, then I guess it's on sight then
First couple of shows, the F&N was hype man
Way before the PJ I had a flight plan (Plan)
Goat with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand
A hoe'll fuck your homeboy out of spite, man
We had so much lean the store went out of Sprite and
Y'all don't get it, A on my fitted
Pussy nigga sayin' a bunch of shit they ain't livin'
Back on my pivot, kitchen, water whippin'
All these turkey bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving
Don't make me pull out of me, cash, I ain't trippin'
Long ass nose on the sticks, got it pimpin'
Let me see you shake it one cheek at a time
Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body-


Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'
And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga
A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside watchin' the house, play the Pistons

Still remember Chief, he was three doors down
I mean How? How you ain't last a year? Look at me now
The reason why that bag in town
I got bricks, no top, sad, everybody want fit
Forever I'll sag, they don't let a nigga in, nigga
All my bitches got a Benz, nigga
If I can't fuck, don't text me
You ain't gotta like it, but respect it
That FN still my weapon
Ayy, just step back, bitch, before I shoot
Walk a nigga down without tyin' my shit
Let him play crazy, he'll die in this bitch
4s over 5s, and 6s still over 9s
R.I.P. to Rob, now I'm trippin' for the gas
Rolls for the winter, then I'll prolly give it back
Still can't believe a nigga made it off of rap


Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'
And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga
A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

Million Dollars Worth of Game

Million Dollars Worth of Game (feat. 42 Dugg)

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LYRICS:

(Aight holdup i gotta fuck this shit up real quick, holdup)

Now lemme break it down for ya numbskulls, (for ya numbskulls)
Terror go so hard it make you and ya folks go dumb
Like mi amigos from da west
We off our meds and flickin fools like cigarettes
What’s next? Ain't got a plan mane, watchu thankin? (I don’t know)
I’m in the back, and my pockets still stankin from the
Indo i got at the shop up the block
I kinda wanna stop, but I might get popped
Ayo, i’ve never been played by a bop (nope)
Hoes too quick to homie hop and get da crotch rot, whoda thought?
With one word i got these nerds hot
And all these nerd birds flock, like i'm throwin seeds in a lot
Anyway, movin on
I come up with this shit so quick, ya gonna wanna put a helmet on
Cuz at the crack of dawn i’ll be on ya lawn
Droppin off packages just like tha unabomb
I’m blowin up ya crib and the fishes out da pond
I’ll spare ya mom, so you can see me when i tug her thong
In hindsight it’s probably wrong, but who got the mic? (Hm)
Yea thas right, now sing along:

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin but a Reid thang baby
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin finna do it my way
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gotta do?
Ain’t shit I’m finna spend my chips
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin less you go that way

(Ayo) Reid! What the fuck, where you been?
I been chillin, honed in, with a paper and a pen again
And ima need ends for you and ya friends
Cuz im servin up game like a benny in a Bennigans
I’m here to win, but you already knew
Still the same ol thang, so go ahead hide ya boo
Cuz the new school dude in cool boots finna swoop
Yaint have a clue, what i'm really boutta do
I’ll take ya chick mane im storm chaser (storm chaser)
The real slick, world class, door breaker (door breaker)
She want the thick stick, but i can’t shaker her (i can’t shake her)
The trouble makin, rap game Undertaker (the Undertaker)
Yea, its like this, but it ain’t like that (nah)
I’m drinking crown by the fifth in a Cadillac, pullin back
Triple six slappin out da pack, where the yak at?
Couple steps back lil mane best remember that
Cuz once i get going this shit become hotta
The don dotta, comin up from unda wata
There’s really none otha, you got the boy wunda
And i cut the whole thang like butta, it ain’t nothin

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin but a Reid thang baby
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin finna do it my way
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gotta do?
Ain’t shit I’m finna spend my chips
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin less you go that way

AINT NOTHIN

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Aferist 197bpm Cmin | Yn Jay Type Beat | Louie Ray Type Beat | Detroit & Flint

True 2 Myself

One Take

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so check it out, finna tell u what i’m all about
ya times runnin out so don’t make me spell it out
ya fuck w reid and thats a doubt
i pull-up in ya town and blast the teeth straight up out ya mouth
w the magnum 
my style stay platinum
skills u lack em, hoes know go ask one
colder than a sickle got ladies rubbin they nipples
pretty simple
fuck around and get crippled

cuz first things first bitch i’m the boss
chew u like floss leave ya face without a bottom jaw
let the game die bitch ill kill it if i have to
and if they ask who they betta not ask you
cuz you don’t wanna fuck wit a pimp
got a dick like a blimp so i walk wit a limp
im here to show ya folks that im the realest it can get
i’ll bet my style so smooth it'll make ya mommas coochie wet

WHEN ITS ALL GONE
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
SICK OF ALWAYS HEARIN IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
MOTHAFUCKAS THINK IM LOSING IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
BUT I DONT FIVE A FUCK
KNUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP 

1 2 3 4 to the 5
suicide ain’t work im still alive
6 7 8 and the 9 millimeter 10 shots make it hot like a heater
i don’t trust much but i dust fools with a slim uppercut
takin off the mask movin up
my shit suck less then a hoe with a flat chest
ya bitch look sick so i take her to the vet

bet

my rhymes just be wicked like that
throwing up the set with a fully automatic 
i got the rhythm with the most steez hoe please 
now i gottem down on both knees
break ya bitch like bread coast to coast bodies be dead when i boast
my shit gross
the host with the most burn ya like queso
u got a problem just say so

WHEN ITS ALL GONE
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
SICK OF ALWAYS HEARIN IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
MOTHAFUCKAS THINK IM LOSING IT
WHAT U BELEIVE IN
BUT I DONT FIVE A FUCK
KNUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP

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WHEN ITS ALL GONE! (WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN?)

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