What You Bout Lyrics - Singles - Iamsu!

I like em long hair thick as hell 

Haters praying that I change like a wishing well 

Once you get a little name they do what you want 

You know it's Heart Break Gang upper echelon 

You know it's three's up when it's repping time 

These seventeen-hundred don't step on mine 

I'm in the game finna ball until I foul out 

All these niggas turn fake I don't know how 

Tell me the difference between you and me 

Tell me what these others dudes have to do with me 

Jamie drinking kush smoking Bathing Ape wearing 

Suzy 6 Speed gas like a new McLaren, don't compare them 

I'm a menace in this business ain't I, can't lie 

Big Tymer so I had to stay fly, ball when it's game time 

All on the same grind 

Heart Break Gang is all I know 

Player coach making more banging Dre since '84 whore 

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Throw it back, show me what you 'bout now 

Throw it back, show me what you 'bout now 

Throw it back, show me what you 'bout now 

Throw it back, show me what you 'bout now 

Throw it, throw it 

I got a bottle open your mouth I'ma pour it 

She know I'm getting dollars because I'm a poet 

She got a lot of ass and she dying to show it 

Lemme run it in your hole there, yeah, true player 

They love me so much nigga had to move here 

Shortie hit the weed now she don't know what to do 

Just take one look at the bitches you would think uncle Snoop's here 

Yeah, gold rings, gold chains mayne 

People say I got my own lane 

Cause when the chips fall niggas start folding under pressure 

I'ma always keep it G and do my own thing 

Are you faded, are you feeling X rated? 

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Are you trying to get famous? 

Took you over to the club with your girls 

Well at least you made it 

Real rap, I'ma throw a rack while you 

I got a girl in your city she a dick tease 

I blow big tree, me and 6 Speed 

I told her get her money right like Pimp C 

I'm in LA where the bloods and crips be 

High already is she, this space shit is envy 

I keep a bitch broke yeah I keep her on empty 

Ber-Bernzel (Bernzel) 

Make one call 20 birds sell 

Young farmer I grow the herb well 

20 pack they wanna buy more 

Fresh cut let it dry more 

Fuck a broke bitch, let-let her die poor 

Mike Kors Lamborghini suicide doors 

Le-Lemme live one time 

Been rich if I sick then I'm still gone shine 

That's the bay, gang gang I got your bitch online 

Getting money, when she call huh it's all mine