How To Make It In America

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How To Make It In America

Okay my name yg and i came to play
fuck,then i bust a nut, n i aim her face
yeah i'mma real ni***, i ain't got time to fake
the glock like a fan, ha blow ya mind away
im on my grind told my momma f*** a 9-5
i get money f*** bitches thats my alibi
im laughing in ya bitches pu*** like hahaha
but anyways im getting paid, yeah i get it how i living
treat the game like a spider in my house, i gotta kill it
okay big dick bandit, yeah ya bitch know
we outside smokin that indo, and my momma bends em, an my momma bends them
i'mma keep young ni*** , and my momma friends know
give her a bottle of ciroc , and a thizz pill
n if she ain't fuc*** throw her out the windshield

real ni*** ,real ni***, i ain't ever lie
change hoes like channels got these bitches televised
hit that puff puff, now young ni*** hella high
an i can show you how to make it in america
how ya ride, how ya ridin, on 24inches
hotel room whatre you drinking, 24 bitches, yup
yup thats how im living ni*** never check the price
living fast like i got a second life

uh, a 100 thousand in the briefcase, like i won a sweepstakes
party with aristocratic bitches bring the cheese plate
i really am this, and it just seem great
weight of the world on my shoulders till my knees break
give em' e pills, tell em be still
i got them donuts for ya n they cream filled
got them expensive clothes and extensive flows
designer brands that you never own, a second phone that im never on
eating filet mignon from her restaurant
and thats pu***, not before money
yeah it's mac miller yg fo hunnid
so hit my up with that dutch to split
you mad that lil white boy fuc*** ya bitch
never time ya better cuff yo chick,cause she ain't ever gonna get enough of this

okay im riding though the city with the top down
that's the first day of summer niggas hot now
i got bars flow will put you on lockdown
this ain't the weight room but my niggas got pounds
i hit the block then i bounce
she a young ni*** gon',just get yo bitch quit blowing up my phone
what the f*** is going on, tell that bitch leave me alone
she only good when my whip or in her thong
okay i meet a bitch,beat a bitch
fuc*** her then i leave a bitch
fuc*** her with the lights off she ain't even see the dick
n if she looked bad you know ima eat a bitch
now she all on a ni*** like cheetah print
im on mars n my flow on jupiter,wrist go dumb but my chain go stupider
i'm the shit man i have yo niggas stupider
now heavenly father please protect me from lucifer