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lirik lagu young lay - all about my $fetti (feat. mac mall & ray luv)

f/ mac mall, ray luv

the definition of a playa hata:

a busta

a b-tch with a d-ck

a violator of the sixth bar of the mack game

“man, you know that n-gg- khayree f-ckin mac mall on his money, man

you know that n-gg- lay ain’t gon’ get paid

heard ray luv in jail and sh-t”

little old b-tch–ss m-th-f-ckas

mac mall

young lay

ray luv

i’ma need y’all to come in, man

i need the whole young black brotha records line-up to come in

and spit some game to these lil’ old b-tches with d-cks

playa-hatin busta–ss nuthin–ss n-gg-s

now you nuthin–ss n-gg-s check game

hey playa, don’t it be a point in your life

where you just wanna smoke a m-th-f-cka, man?

(f-ck yeah!)

man you get to trippin on some of that wild sh-t

hoes and flauntin sh-t

a n-gg- tryina kick back, man, you know

be real about his fetti though

they all in a n-gg- mix

what’s up, mac mall, ray luv

what’s up, playas?

hey man, that be them inner way–ss n-gg-s, lay

cuz it’s like this, man:

when my alb-m came out, man

next thing you know it’s a million m-th-f-ckas in my face

askin me so many questions

sh-t…

young ray luv, what’s up man?

(jealous–ss muthfaf-ckas…)

yo, we tryina come real about the fetti though

(h-ll yeah)

that’s right

check this out

you know we all about that money, man

got no time to be trippin on that stupid sh-t

little old biaatch

ah, it’s goin down

(that’s right)

but anyway

who finna serve em some of that old pimp sh-t, man?

(i think ray luv)

your n-gg- young ray luv in the house

(i think i’m finna come on first)

tell em m-th-f-ckas

[ ray luv ]

one mo’ time for the streets of killa cali

grew up on the dank and shootin dice up in the alley

back when n-gg-s had names like rock tee, chin and b-tta

o.g. game from the m-th-f-ckin gutter

i guess it was cool when a n-gg- had no riches

cuz n-gg-s didn’t p.h. and run they mouths like b-tches

much love for the hood, what up, n-gg-, where’s my homies?

show love for these n-gg-s, but they ain’t got no love for me

jealous as f-ck when i got love from the crest n-gg-s

but all i get is mean mugs from you west n-gg-s

now that i think these m-th-f-ckas is so funny

‘ll peel a n-gg-‘s cap for a trick–ss n-body

(you better check your heart and your brain, man

i think you n-gg-s need to get up on some game, man)

picked up on your ho, i’m gettin jocked by your steady

all i want the money though, i’m all about my fetti

n-gg-

money money money’s all i know

i gots no time to waste with you trickin punk-hoes

money money money’s all i see

you need to get some game and quit f-ckin with me

moneeey

(i’m all about my fetti)

money

[ mac mall ]

now half of these n-gg-s is falsified

the rest is full of mess, so they tend to hide

a lotta them is cowards who be actin hard

some is tired–ss tricks who will never get far

some is straight dopefiends tryina grind they lley

but they still pushin pebbles to this m-th-f-ckin day

some start funk over hoes and blame it on somethin else

them n-gg-s need to check theyself

but the sucker that i hate the most

is the busta full of envy, mad cuz he broke

every night he be stressin, thinkin that his hoe wanna get me

i wouldn’t f-ck her with yo d-ck, she ain’t got nothin to give me

cuz your n-gg- is broke, so hoe, i know you’re starvin

so you won’t have to worry about mac mall harmin

your boyfriend and girlfriend relationship

i got my money and my cuddies, who needs a b-tch?

mac mall will never get played

i’ma stay ses ways

and you know i’m all about that money

that’s all i know, n-gg-

f-ck them hoes and them n-gg-s

that’s all i see in the triple c

stop f-ckin with me

i’m all about my fetti

yeah, my n-gg- young lay

come serve these fools

[ young lay ]

gettin blimped with a tramp up on ? confusin what’s right

to hide the doubt, so i grab my money and my lle’, high

why do these youngsters by so nervous,

n-gg-s creepin thru these turfs

plus these po-po’s tryin to serve us ill

but i kick back and just act with my f-ckin clan

and kick that gangsta rap and spit about my gangsta macks

on rap tracks and spit for those that copy free

and givin they dap and tellin me it ain’t a day without drink and weed

g’s get stacked, now who’s a mack, yeah, the n-gg- shook ya

ki’s of crack get cut down, but but not by the cook up

but yo, they crookers, watchin me all the time

but i keep lookin and keep a nine by my spine

or to my side, cuz when i ride you’ll never know

but if it’s over some dough, young lay is quick to let it go

and let him know, n-gg-, that this is loc side

home of the mack, playa pros, squares run and hide

cuz tonight we gonna do it just like this

but if your hoe is choosin, n-gg-, the mic’s in my fist

some of this mixed with a whole lotta that

old fuelin with new, it made my fetti fat

money money money’s all i know

i gots no time to waste with you trickin punk-hoes

money money money’s all i see

you need to get some game and quit f-ckin with me

moneeey

(i’m all about my fetti)

money

ah yeah

youknowmsayin?

there it is right there

and there you have it, m-th-f-ckas

straight m-th-f-ckin game

from three pimpin–ss young playin–ss m-th-f-ckas

ray luv

mac mall

and young pimpin–ss lay

youknowmsayin?

they just touched it on that 6th bar of them 32 m-th-f-ckin bars

you m-th-f-ckin busta–ss n-gg-s with complexes

broke punk–ss m-th-f-ckas that always got your m-th-f-ckin nose

into somebody else sh-t

now what you need to be doin

is gettin your own m-th-f-ckin game tight

you understand me?

and eh – youknowmsayin

put some fetti in your own m-th-f-ckin pockets

‘stead of runnin round here talkin bout what the f-ck is we doin

youknowmsayin?

cjz we straight dwellin on the green

ain’t got no time for that in-between

youknowmsayin?

so all you busta–ss n-gg-s

f-ck y’all, we all about the fetti, man

- lirik lagu young lay

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