Major Figgas

Yeah That`s Us Remix

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RemixHot runnersMy nigga TLUh, MF shit, uh uhLike that here, uhAleta!(Chorus)Yo who them playas makin money now? (Yeah that`s us)Wrist glis when its sunny now (Yeah that`s us)Cristal at the bar now (Yeah that`s us)20 inches on the car now (Yeah that`s us)But who them playas most hated now? (Yeah that`s us)Straight from the hood but we made it now (Yeah that`s us)Plaques platinum plated now (Yeah that`s us)MF come on baby say it now (Yeah that`s us)(Spade)Ayo yeah that`s usWe leave the lanes in the backPlay the range wit the rackOr the Benz wit the hatchChrome the rims to matchWit that shit in the earYeah that`s us fresh dressed when its jiggy affairsCause I`m a hot boyStayin warm in a cold landWit the D on any baller wit a cold handDie young?I wanna be a rich old manTwo grand, blue and tanPicture me rollin(Dutch)Yeah that`s U to the SM to the FNiggas hate usCause we are what they tryin to beIt`s us againBET, videos, and broadsIt`s us againBillboards, stares gettin hardIt`s our timeLand jets on and offGirl where you wanna go?Aint to worry bout the costS-5 wit the cranberry glossDouble nadas on top of it all(Chorus)(Bumpie Johnson)Yeah that`s B-U-M-P-I-EYou know how I be playaSlanted eye 5Bandana high tiedGoddamn it I`m fly!Keep the stash in the carBlow stacks at the barJewels rockDon`t know?Better ask who we areHard as shitHate to see me ballin, bitchPinky rings get "ooohs"But they applaud the wristStandin O for the chainI floss the pitsOnly fuck wit the FiggasI aint got no friendsWho dem playas waitin for yo ass in a parked Benz?Turn yo headThink we floggin outBut we them same cats that be ridin outWhile you all up in the bar on your fake ass hemi rotRun up the in the bar give you a real ass semi-shotIn this game niggas can`t be trustWho them playas comin for the title?(Chorus)(Bianca)First bitchNever salute me as a ladyGlass tint, pass ventJag coupe doin 80, shitYall know the nameNigga the first and the lastFor all of that I draw backThe first one to blastSee I blow high, blow pieAll on yo setSho shot, throw rocksAll on the neckThe show stopWhen we ball in the `vettesEleven karats on the chestAnd it`s all in bigettes(Gillie)Last but not leastThe Kid on that Philly shitNine milli on the hipKnow the nameGillie, Beitch!Like TrinidadStick the jabBack these niggas off meSpin the jagSugar whiteSlippers glossyLink flossyWheel tintedBitches saltyAll they see is a mink hood over the baldyThen blazinWe drop, yall see nathanFuckin wit M dot F, the amazin, shit(Chorus)MF, future of the rap gameYeah that`s us at the barYeah that`s us wearin watches you can`t even tell the time on, that`s usIf you lookin around and you wonder why its like it is its cause of usSo either roll over or get rolled over, playboyThat`s the way its gonna be in 2000You know they gonna feel this one

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