Steve Fisher - Where You At lyrics

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Steve Fisher - Where You At lyrics

[Hook] All my n***as if you with me Where you at? (oh!) All my soldiers if you with me Where you at? (oh!) All my hustlers if you with me Where you at? (oh!) Where you at? (oh!) Where you at? Say (oh!) n***as if you with me Let me hear you say (oh!) Soldiers if you with me Let me hear you say (oh!) Hustlers if you with me Let me hear you say (oh!) Say, say (oh!) Say, say (oh!) [Verse 1] Aye (Oh!) I come and do my thang and hold down my side Eagle Street man throw my set up high Weezy we gang call them boys that squad That squad, squad up! you know And we get a lot of dough on the strength of me Get a lotta dro on the strength of Fee Get a lot of blow But keep that on the D D what?...DL! you know And oh you don't wanna f** with a n***a 'Cuz a n***a might f** with the trigger Leave a n***a on the floor Truly I don't buck with you n***a Let my tooly talk, talk to you n***a b**h man is an itch to a rich man whoa '20s on the six with the kicks sitting low Sticky in my swish man gasoline floor Fire spit man Weezy is about to blow Ya know! [Hook] [Verse 2] Aye (oh!) Pa** the pine to the pimp old juice k**er Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the Ass up high the front dip drip bam Mami like damn, Lil Wayne stop playing Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father It's the Birdman and Birdman Jr I flip them birds man eighteen grand just order Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter Yeah! Timmy baby put it in the air I'm jumping out this atmosphere And I'm jumping in your b**h if she had a player Jumping in the painted thing on them dang-a-dangs You see the arm when I pa** n***a bang-a-lang You now I'm armed we can mash man it ain't a thing You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla ain't a game I got a banana clip for all you orangutans Let's bang! [Hook] [Verse 3] Aye (oh!) It's young Weezy can't none see me dawg I get you done easy with one easy phone call And the sawed-off make your arms fall off Like a short sleeved polo, won't bother me no more Ice like strobe light, look like I'm moving slow mo' Ferrari look nice on low pro Yokohomas With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja Red-bone in the shower Hello! Pocahontas give a long stroke poke for hours Floating vagina hoe, I'mma holla Sold coke in the '90s, I'm honest man Nothing big maybe ounces, grams But I know how to double, and sometimes it's scams But I know to hustle, and some Glocks'll jam But I know how to bust 'em, and some drops'll slam All alloy bu*tons that's all stunting That boy's something Yeah! [Hook]

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