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Correct Don't U Be Greedy Lyrics
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{yella talkin} My dog gonna be home with a story to tell Ya see, yall know what I'm talkin bout {yella boy} Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Twerk all right getty up eddie bow Bounce for that outfit twerk for that elflic Brawl for that polaroid then go get ya two slugs I don't have nothin if I don't have you Like whitney even said, I will always love ya to Bounce for that outfit the ones who mean it Wont ya bounce for that outfit and don't ya be greedy Don't don't be greedy, don't don't cha be greedy Shhh, bout to make me go to far Unless ya bout the whole third they called Ya see, ya wont some nine seven lincolns With boo-koo sound, you can hear us if ya comin around Its best ya get the right kind of disk to listen to me I want means and tina marie Its best you get a built in alarm cuz I got me a gat and I'm a try to set the whole third on the back Ya get it, got to get it right nigga, handle ya business Oops, there they go to rouxs five o Stash-o left his bundle sittin on the ramp Stash-o bundle must be dippin out the cut Stash-o bundle must be sittin on the ramp I'm always jumpin shop never dressin like a champ I'm up early in the mornin on the breakfast smokin weed I'm bout to go to regal scoop, fresh pair of arenas I went on deli shake and dressed mighty gentle I said look at my snaps and bout another rental I brought my nigga to nickels cuz that was a school Tellin all them ninth ward niggas that the third ward rules I walked into the school and standin on the yard A chick snuck and asked me was I from the third ward Niggas came out the buildin and they was bootin me up I grabbed the clip out my pockets and made them cowards duck I told my ol lady I'll be back to see I went to mac melph calio a booker t So they pilled up in a trooper I was gasin it Boo-koo, aks, macs pumps and shit and I Was so darn able goin out st. Claud With my kangol to the back representin the third ward Chorus: Don't ya be greedy don't don't be greedy Don't don't cha be greedy Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Twerk all right getty up eddie bow Bounce for that outfit twerk for that elflic Brawl for that polaroid then go get ya two slugs I don't have nothin if I don't have you Like whitney even said, I will always love ya to Bounce for that outfit the ones who mean it Wont ya bounce for that outfit and don't ya be greedy Don't don't be greedy, don't don't cha be greedy {yella boy} Higgy hop the fence, put the guns in the grass You can see the rep smoke poppin out they ass See we caught seven niggas slippin in the class room Tryna jump out the window but they couldn't and I don't mind dyin I see that shit Five niggas got killed lets go hop the fence quick Chorus: {yella boy} On the real like a man you gots to be real If you hangin in that third, you bests be out to kill Cuz we walk by, fight by, drive by to Hang a forty five and a ap medal to Bounce baby bounce or boot up bitch Where dey at get the gat first I gots to take a piss I'm a magnolia man, a calio king I'm servin boo-koo dog hoes out the melpomene I know ya thought I wouldn't be back But ya can't keep me down, don't forget about the you And the cah money clown, twerk all right Getty up eddie bow, I'm a serve ya body up when I get in the shower, I'm a good lookin rapper I aint tryna front, I'm a good lookin rapper I aint Tryna stunt, next week I'm gettin the rental and The royal blue, with the white interior and gold daytons to Go dj, that's my dj, go dj, that's my dj Chorus: Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Don't ya be greedy don't don't be greedy Don't don't cha be greedy {yella boy} Me and my dj, mannie fresh we done shut the pieces We fuckin wives, we fuckin daughers, and even nieces These hoes like mosquitos suckin dick and lickin nuts Fuckin, doggin, leavin, makin em run behind that dick I be servin em puttin em up cuz I'm a fool from that three Yella boy, mannie fresh, we win the contest I must confess we rank as the best I spin the bin with hot bullets I hope ya got yo vest Nigga, on the real in this nine seven area I be in the n-o-l-i-a area if ya scared Ya end up in the back of the dumpster With two to the motherfuckin head Go dj, go dj, go dj, that's my dj, that's my dj Chorus:{from last verse}
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