yg, drake - who do you love (sped up)

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  • Опубліковано 10 вер 2024
  • lyrics:
    Mustard on the beat hoe
    I′m that ni**a with the plugs
    I'm the ni**a who got homies that be sellin′ drugs
    I'm that ni**a on the back street
    With the fat heat, ni**as better run like athletes
    I'm that ni**a, I′m that ni**a
    My Bank of America account got six figures
    I'm that ni**a on the block
    I′m that ni**a on the block
    Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
    You that ni**a on the low-low
    You the ni**a
    You′re the one that be talkin' to the popos
    Porsche sittin′ on Forgis
    Ni**as can't afford these
    The Panamera shittin′ on the 9-11
    I call my homies, not 911
    I'm that ni**a with the juice
    But I'll never do my ni**a like Pac did Q
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    I got a shorty name Texas Syn
    She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal
    We turnt up in the studio, late night
    That′s why the songs that you hear are comin′ real tight
    OVO crew, ni**a, thought I told you
    If you a player in the game, this should hold you
    And man shout my ni**a Game he just rolled through
    Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu
    A lot of fools puttin′ salt in the game
    Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game
    They got money that they jumpin′ on the pole to make
    Did the motto, took a flight to the golden state
    I'm the general, just makin′ sure my soldiers straight
    Had to leave my ni**a, homie got an open case
    But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south
    So we gon′ pay some people off, we gon′ figure it out
    And my name too big and my gang too big
    Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big
    I'ma crush that ass even if it ain′t too big
    I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    I'm that ni**a, I′m that ni**a
    Bank of America account got six figures
    I'm that ni**a on the block
    Fat heat, run like athletes
    I′m that ni**a, I'm that ni**a
    Bank of America account got six figures
    I'm that ni**a on the block
    Who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Ni**a we street and we hood
    Ain′t nobody ever gave us shit
    When you see us shinin′
    It's because we steady grindin′
    We stay paper chasin'
    Separatin′ the real from the fake
    The fake from the real
    We livin' to die and dyin′ to live
    Ni**a, that's why we got so many women
    I'm tryna go deep, hit them asscheeks
    Bust them guts, make her cum
    Bitch, you know the game
    Ain′t a motherfuckin′ thing change
    Bitch, who do you love?
    Alright, hold up
    I done lost too many hommies in these past couple of years
    This shit brazy
    Rest in peace, my ni**a CJ Mack
    Rest in peace, my ni**a Cedar Block Frog though
    Rest in peace, my ni**a Tiny M
    And last but not least, rest in peace, my ni**a Big Aaron

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