How To Make It In America Lyrics
Okay my name YG and I came to play
f*ck then I bust a nut while I aim her face
yeah I'm a real nigga I aint' got time to fade
The block like a fan high blow yo mind away
I'm on the grind to my mama fuck a nine to five
I get money fuck bitches thats my alibi
I'm laughing in your bitch p**sy like
ha ha ha ha ha
but anyways I'm getting paid
yeah I get it how I'm living
Treat the game like the spider
in my house I gotta kill it, OK
big dick bandit yea your bitch know
we outside smoking that indo
and my mama benz oh, and my mama benz oh
I'ma cute young nigga and my mama friends know
Give her a bottle of ciroc and a thizz pill
And if she ain't fuckin throw her out the windshield
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Real nigga, real nigga I ain't never lie
change hoes like channels got this bitches televised
Hit that puff, puff now a young nigga hella high
and I'll just show you how to make it in America
how you ride, how you ride on 24 inches
hotel room we to the 24 bitches
yup, yup that's how I'm living and it'll never change the price
Livin' fast life....
A hundred thousand on the brief case like I won a sweepstakes
party with aristocratic bitches bring the cheese plate
I really am this and you just seem great
Weight of the world on my shoulders til my knees break
Give em E pills, tell em be still
I got them donuts for ya and they cream filled
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got expensive clothes and extensive flow
designer brands that you'll never own
a second phone and I'm never on
eating filet mignon fuck a restaurant
and that's p**sy and I prefer money
it's Mac Miller, YG 4 Hunnid
so, hit me up with that dust to split
you mad the little white boy fucked yo bitch, sorry
next time you better cuff that chick
'cause she ain't never gonna get enough of this
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Okay I'm riding through the city with top down
Like the first day of summer niggas hot now
I got bodge of flow put you on lockdown
This aint a weight room but my niggas got pounds
I hit the block then I bounce yea a young nigga gone
just gave yo bitch stitch she keep blowing up my phone
what the fuck is going on tell that bitch to leave me lone
she only look good in my whip or in a thong
ok i meet a bitch, see the bitch, fuck her then i leave the bitch
fuck her with the lights off she didn't even see the dick
and if she look bad you know I'ma eat the bitch
now she all on a nigga like cheetah print
I'm on mars but my flow on jupiter
wrist go dumb but my chain go stupider
I'm the shit bitch i'll have yo nigga scoop...
Dear heavenly Father can you protect me from Lucifer
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