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Young Lay f Mac Mall, Ray Luv

All About My Fetti

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The definition of a playa hata:A bustaA bitch with a dickA violator of the Sixth Bar of the Mack Game"Man, you know that nigga Khayree fuckin Mac Mall on his money, manYou know that nigga Lay ain`t gon` get paidHeard Ray Luv in jail and shit"Little old bitch-ass muthafuckasMac MallYoung LayRay LuvI`ma need y`all to come in, manI need the whole Young Black Brotha Records line-up to come inAnd spit some game to these lil` old bitches with dicksPlaya-hatin busta-ass nuthin-ass niggasNow you nuthin-ass niggas check gameHey playa, don`t it be a point in your life Where you just wanna smoke a muthafucka, man?(Fuck yeah!)Man you get to trippin on some of that wild shitHoes and flauntin shitA nigga tryina kick back, man, you knowBe real about his fetti thoughThey all in a nigga mix What`s up, Mac Mall, Ray Luv What`s up, playas?Hey man, that be them inner way-ass niggas, LayCuz it`s like this, man:When my album came out, manNext thing you know it`s a million muthafuckas in my faceAskin me so many questions Shit...Young Ray Luv, what`s up man?(Jealous-ass muthfafuckas...)Yo, we tryina come real about the fetti though(Hell yeah)That`s rightCheck this outYou know we all about that money, manGot no time to be trippin on that stupid shitLittle old biaatchAh, it`s goin down(That`s right)But anywayWho finna serve em some of that old pimp shit, man?(I think Ray Luv)Your nigga Young Ray Luv in the house(I think i`m finna come on first)Tell em muthafuckas[ Ray Luv ]One mo` time for the streets of Killa CaliGrew up on the dank and shootin dice up in the alleyBack when niggas had names like Rock Tee, Chin and ButtaO.G. game from the muthafuckin gutterI guess it was cool when a nigga had no richesCuz niggas didn`t p.h. and run they mouths like bitchesMuch love for the hood, what up, nigga, where`s my homies?Show love for these niggas, but they ain`t got no love for meJealous as fuck when I got love from the Crest niggasBut all I get is mean mugs from you West niggasNow that I think these muthafuckas is so funny`ll peel a nigga`s cap for a trick-ass nobody(You better check your heart and your brain, manI think you niggas need to get up on some game, man)Picked up on your ho, I`m gettin jocked by your steadyAll I want the money though, I`m all about my fetti NiggaMoney money money`s all I knowI gots no time to waste with you trickin punk-hoesMoney money money`s all I seeYou need to get some game and quit fuckin with meMoneeey (I`m all about my fetti)Money[ Mac Mall ]Now half of these niggas is falsifiedThe rest is full of mess, so they tend to hideA lotta them is cowards who be actin hardSome is tired-ass tricks who will never get farSome is straight dopefiends tryina grind they lleyBut they still pushin pebbles to this muthafuckin daySome start funk over hoes and blame it on somethin elseThem niggas need to check theyselfBut the sucker that I hate the mostIs the busta full of envy, mad cuz he brokeEvery night he be stressin, thinkin that his hoe wanna get meI wouldn`t fuck her with yo dick, she ain`t got nothin to give meCuz your nigga is broke, so hoe, I know you`re starvinSo you won`t have to worry about Mac Mall harminYour boyfriend and girlfriend relationshipI got my money and my cuddies, who needs a bitch?Mac Mall will never get playedI`ma stay Ses waysAnd you know I`m all about that moneyThat`s all I know, niggaFuck them hoes and them niggasThat`s all I see in the Triple CStop fuckin with meI`m all about my fettiI`m all about my fettiYeah, my nigga Young LayCome 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`, highWhy do these youngsters by so nervous, niggas creepin thru these turfsPlus these po-po`s tryin to serve us illBut I kick back and just act with my fuckin clanAnd kick that gangsta rap and spit about my gangsta macksOn rap tracks and spit for those that copy freeAnd givin they dap and tellin me it ain`t a day without drink and weedG`s get stacked, now who`s a mack, yeah, the nigga shook yaKi`s of crack get cut down, but but not by the cook upBut yo, they crookers, watchin me all the time But I keep lookin and keep a nine by my spineOr to my side, cuz when I ride you`ll never knowBut if it`s over some dough, Young Lay is quick to let it goAnd let him know, nigga, that this is loc sideHome of the mack, playa pros, squares run and hideCuz tonight we gonna do it just like thisBut if your hoe is choosin, nigga, the mic`s in my fistSome of this mixed with a whole lotta thatOld fuelin with new, it made my fetti fatMoney money money`s all I knowI gots no time to waste with you trickin punk-hoesMoney money money`s all I seeYou need to get some game and quit fuckin with meMoneeey(I`m all about my fetti)MoneyAh yeahYouknowmsayin?There it is right thereAnd there you have it, muthafuckasStraight muthafuckin game From three pimpin-ass young playin-ass muthafuckasRay LuvMac MallAnd Young pimpin-ass LayYouknowmsayin?They just touched it on that 6th bar of them 32 muthafuckin barsYou muthafuckin busta-ass niggas with complexesBroke punk-ass muthafuckas that always got your muthafuckin noseInto somebody else shitNow what you need to be doinIs gettin your own muthafuckin game tightYou understand me?And eh - youknowmsayinPut some fetti in your own muthafuckin pockets`stead of runnin round here talkin bout what the fuck is we doin Youknowmsayin?Cjz we straight dwellin on the greenAin`t got no time for that in-betweenYouknowmsayin?So all you busta-ass niggas Fuck y`all, we all about the fetti, man

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