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is lit - cg prince lyrics

[intro]
yeah, we don’t slack on this side
we go hard here
it’s just different
n*ggas, catch up, catch up

[verse 1]
mama found me out the jug
n*ggas runnin’ through the hood
wasn’t tryin’ to play the bench
just tryna make some ends
n*ggas act like b*tches, mans
f*ck them bruised gins, do snake stags
stay tryna blend, that’s why i stay with my cam
my n*ggas stay with the simpsons, don’t play with them
my n*ggas smoke it fast, they don’t play with them clips
i stay on the strip, with the louis v
i stay with it, b*tch, gon’ play in your crib
run plays with the clips, onе day n*ggas rich
you say we the sh*t, no chip
my jones clip, no diffеrence, we gon’ win
the will 6 brand, see this crucifix, the ripped pants
[verse 2]
ah, n*ggas hatin’ on me, i don’t care about the status
tryna flip cash like a stain on the mattress
when you doin’ good, they ain’t givin’ n*ggas props
tryna knock us off a grind, but we skated from the cops
all these n*ggas talkin’ rata, i be all about my dollars
i don’t got no worries for ’em, just like hakuna matata
n*ggas runnin’ sh*t, tryna get up on that boss wave
leavin’ n*ggas p*ssed like the sh*t you see in the hallways
n*ggas goin’ hard, let ’em know we not with it
we ain’t pressin’ motherf*ckers, there should be no conference with ’em

[verse 3]
workin’ long streets, they say we takin’ up the sp*ce
b*tch, don’t make us draw the hammers, we go hard up in the paint
and i’ma get the word if a n*gga tryna get at me
i could get you k!lled like a n*gga hired assassins
n*ggas put in work, they don’t want us to get busy
n*ggas on they bullsh*t, cause this a f*ckin’ winnie city
i done heard stories about you, thought you wasn’t with the sh*ts
you could tell a n*gga p*ssy, cause they caught a fuzz l!ck
n*ggas ain’t gangsta, them n*ggas real fake
how you play me, sellin’ white, i seen him talkin’ to a chick

[chorus]
n*ggas know i go hard
now, now, now, now you hatin’ on me?
n*ggas know i go hard
now, now, now, now you hatin’ on me?
used to walk through the p*ssy hallways
now, now, now you followin’ me?
i go hard on the streets
i go hard on the streets
f*ckin’ with a sinner, gon’ get you k!lled
half a million dollar dreams, nightmares of livin’ broke
[verse 4]
fees need to fix my n*ggas, man, in fact, the coke
been established in the game like pepsi or coke
be addicted to the cash like a basehead to the dope
still obsessed with the 80s, four fingers and gold ropes
rich p*ss in m3, beamers on gold spokes
b*tch did it for the hustle, i did it cause i was broke
now everything paid in full, it’s no longer just a quote

[verse 5]
f*ckin’ with a synagogue, you k!lled somebody
n*ggas talkin’ hood, never been in that drought
i’m on the inside lookin’ out, but i gotta make it out
and that’s by any means necessary
even if the weapon’s glaring
that’s why i keep my triggers hairy
trigger fingers itchin’ and it’s really scary
closed casket, seen like bl**dy mary
after them bullets fly, you can catch a whole squad at the cemetery
so don’t bring it to that
ask my buddy, count my account, he knows that
[verse 6]
and i’m not holdin’ on no fake grip
shout it to your body, have your soul doin’ the matrix
stackin’ this cheddar, tryna survive
and that’s 24 hours, n*gga, so f*ck your 9 to 5

[verse 7]
incredible mind, right within, sin
we live in a world full of sinners
if you really wanna feel me though
put the knowledge right up in your dome
real quick, get it on, i don’t know
there’s something i ain’t doin’ wrong
so f*ck with me, you know i got it
i call the shots, so let ’em have it
hit my roots, h*rnies addicts
it’s like i’m going tough narcotics
how they pull up in that new style, style

[outro]
and it’s like my bed
it’s different, n*ggas and n*ggas
n*ggas know i go hard
now, now, now, now you hatin’ on me?
n*ggas know i go hard
now, now, now, now you hatin’ on me?

- cg prince lyrics

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