Major League Lyrics
[Intro]
When one of these ol' p*ssy ass niggas do what y'all saluting
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch ass niggas know they actin' [?]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
On the road, back to back for shows, and, I ain't get a cent off that (At all)
Back to cookin' [?], smell like a brick, I got that scent off that (On God)
Closed doors, ones closest hurtin' your emotions (Huh?)
Thinkin' 'round, they fake supporters and play perfect on the socials (Hmm)
I can't go along to get a long, I'm a big soldier
Killers [?] reincarnated, all [?] know
That other nigga, we are not the same, fall back homie (Bitch)
I am downtown, night war, Baton Rouge, big dawg
E-Wayne, K-Wayne, B-Wayne, gettin' off
Meditate, Sarah Quill, [?], sit call
New buildin', violated
God shipped ten soldiers
I done been up-state with niggas afraid to walk the big yard
Bad karma come to those who cross [?] head
70805, I pull up, hop off, get some street cred'
Lil' one snuck me, he dead
That other nigga, he dead
I'm major league swingin' this bitch, bitch you know how we play it
Copied all my tats, he actin' like he put in work for this
You ain't work the trench, you p*ssy bitch, you rode a bunch of dicks
Heal with that retinol, yeah
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Four niggas in folders, yeah
Lord's got a name for it, don't know what to call it yet
Gunner, war mighty, play with it, John Gotti (Yeah)
King Ox hit the fed, cut his dreads, kept it solid (Yeah)
Tell Lil Hank that's my gangster, Jonathan like John [?]
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