Текст песни UNLV - Dont U Be Greedy, слова песни UNLV

Текст песни UNLV - Dont U Be Greedy

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{yella talkin}My dog gonna be home with a story to tellYa see, yall know what Im talkin bout{yella boy}Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesMe rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesTwerk all right getty up eddie bowBounce for that outfit twerk for that elflicBrawl for that polaroid then go get ya two slugsI dont have nothin if I dont have youLike whitney even said, I will always love ya toBounce for that outfit the ones who mean itWont ya bounce for that outfit and dont ya be greedyDont dont be greedy, dont dont cha be greedyShhh, bout to make me go to farUnless ya bout the whole third they calledYa see, ya wont some nine seven lincolnsWith boo-koo sound, you can hear us if ya comin aroundIts best ya get the right kind of disk to listen to meI want means and tina marieIts best you get a built in alarm cuz I got me a gat andIm a try to set the whole third on the backYa get it, got to get it right nigga, handle ya businessOops, there they go to rouxs five oStash-o left his bundle sittin on the rampStash-o bundle must be dippin out the cutStash-o bundle must be sittin on the rampIm always jumpin shop never dressin like a champIm up early in the mornin on the breakfast smokin weedIm bout to go to regal scoop, fresh pair of arenasI went on deli shake and dressed mighty gentleI said look at my snaps and bout another rentalI brought my nigga to nickels cuz that was a schoolTellin all them ninth ward niggas that the third ward rulesI walked into the school and standin on the yardA chick snuck and asked me was I from the third wardNiggas came out the buildin and they was bootin me upI grabbed the clip out my pockets and made them cowards duckI told my ol lady Ill be back to seeI went to mac melph calio a booker tSo they pilled up in a trooper I was gasin itBoo-koo, aks, macs pumps and shit and iWas so darn able goin out st. claudWith my kangol to the back representin the third wardChorus:Dont ya be greedy dont dont be greedyDont dont cha be greedyMe rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesMe rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesTwerk all right getty up eddie bowBounce for that outfit twerk for that elflicBrawl for that polaroid then go get ya two slugsI dont have nothin if I dont have youLike whitney even said, I will always love ya toBounce for that outfit the ones who mean itWont ya bounce for that outfit and dont ya be greedyDont dont be greedy, dont dont cha be greedy{yella boy}Higgy hop the fence, put the guns in the grassYou can see the rep smoke poppin out they assSee we caught seven niggas slippin in the class roomTryna jump out the window but they couldnt andI dont mind dyin I see that shitFive niggas got killed lets go hop the fence quickChorus:{yella boy}On the real like a man you gots to be realIf you hangin in that third, you bests be out to killCuz we walk by, fight by, drive by toHang a forty five and a ap medal toBounce baby bounce or boot up bitchWhere dey at get the gat firstI gots to take a pissIm a magnolia man, a calio kingIm servin boo-koo dog hoes out the melpomeneI know ya thought I wouldnt be backBut ya cant keep me down,dont forget about the "u"And the cah money clown, twerk all rightGetty up eddie bow, Im a serve ya body up whenI get in the shower, Im a good lookin rapperI aint tryna front, Im a good lookin rapper I aintTryna stunt, next week Im gettin the rental andThe royal blue, with the white interior and gold daytons toGo dj, thats my dj, go dj, thats my djChorus:Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesMe rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesDont ya be greedy dont dont be greedyDont dont cha be greedy{yella boy}Me and my dj, mannie fresh we done shut the piecesWe fuckin wives, we fuckin daughers, and even niecesThese hoes like mosquitos suckin dick and lickin nutsFuckin, doggin, leavin, makin em run behind that dickI be servin em puttin em up cuz Im a fool from that threeYella boy, mannie fresh, we win the contestI must confess we rank as the bestI spin the bin with hot bullets I hope ya got yo vestNigga, on the real in this nine seven areaI be in the n-o-l-i-a area if ya scaredYa end up in the back of the dumpsterWith two to the motherfuckin headGo dj, go dj, go dj, thats my dj, thats my djChorus:{from last verse}

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Dont U Be Greedy

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