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24s Lyrics

Mya – 24s Lyrics


Money, hoes, cars, and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
blowin dro on 24's, that's how all my niggas roll (2x)

(TI verse 1)
In a frop top chevy with the roof wide open
my partners looking at me to see if my eyes still open
cause I been drinkin, and I been smoking
flying down 285 but I'm focus
its a four fifty four, where it says I raise comotion
white leather seats, as fresh as air forces
doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping
number 8 on nwa straight out of compton
pull up at your apartment sitting 24s
and the dope boys, saying the kids running in
the clicks start dealing and the broads start choosing
and the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood
cause I ain't hollywood, I come from hood
I'm use to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch jays got the chevrolet shaking


Verse 2
I'll make a mill and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
at the age of seventeen, entertaining the rides, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my keys
been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese
diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me
ain't no dream or no fantasy its T I P
brought busting, like a baby do a blanket
5 karats on my motherfucking pinkie, half of hennessy and belevedre
what we drinking, pimps send for broads
what the hell you niggas thinkin, yall niggas spend a weekend in the
islands in the fall, 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin
I'm calling out shots like a pool shark
my tools spark, when I fool yall, yall foold hard in the wrong place
and the wrong time, I got a strong mind
to grab my dro nine, and shoot at your ass for a longtime
but I'm a get that ass, all dog, fuck around with the click
get shot like a dick with a stick, cause yall lost
cause I'm a ball at all costs, spit game at a dame, look around at
this thank til she falls off


verse 3
I'm not bouncing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now
I probably still be trappin if I wasn't rapping right now
bragging about pistols at the house, guess whos strapped right now
keep a talking I'm a lay you on your back right now
wanta act right now, get smacked right now, I'm a bankhead motherfucka
I don't know to backdown, clown down talking
to your friends, talking about what you making
I'm 21 in 10 deep, that shit to me ain't nothing, getting played by
the niggas getting head, for the change, my lead wanta spray
and your dead with decay, they ain't ready for the raid
pay heavy for the yay, tell my class to kiss my ass, I make a 11 everyday

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