Y. Teezy - 49ers lyrics

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Y. Teezy - 49ers lyrics

(Y.Teezy‘s little brother asks him questions) (Freeverse) Came down, slow as sh**, not abiding by the speed limit n***as hatin', we grinning', if we stop, n***a we trippin' Get respect, southern wise, that be due to my southern ties I like my b**hes like I like my chicken, both of em' gotta' be southern fried Thick thighs, chinky eyes I'm that n***a, why you look surprised? Probably cause I done came up, last year they ain't really wanna f** with I Got support, got on the grind, now they bump my sh** up in they alpines Cause I wasn't really who I was at the start Like I said it up in my past lines Wrtin' raps, a n***a getting' props And made that my favorite past time Not chasing chicks, but I'm chasing checks You f** with that I'm after ya' neck Tell these women come correct Cause when I f** with them, I caress And they lose it all when I attack the neck Make groupies wet, via text 1-800 call collect, that's the number to get off the dick And if you on the dick and if you on the tip Better ride it at, your own risk My flow had got so provocative This sh** be my prerogative Barack this sh**, straight president, better elect me b**h, when I lock this sh** Money, power, respect, I lox this sh** If the game was the usa Well like T-Dot, I'ma say I'm on top of this Oh you mad, cause you ain't hot Ya'll rappers are actresses, Erin Brokovich Take these hoes to the factory, betta' call me willy wonka b**h That's a lame line, that's a low blow Rose gold, rose gold Ya'll deffer than so so I'm in a college cla**, her head under the desk, so I'm getting low blowed Top suite, f** a mo-mo, yall slow slow like a turtose Closed casket, n***a door closed, deliver me a**, digornos Yall don't get no playing time, yall the opposite of derrick rose All yall get is the flatline, no hang time, short corn rows Get on the beat and make real sh**, I could turn the song into a p**no And if rappers talkin' that slick sh**, I could turn the beat into a funeral Ahh, yeah This sh** too easy baby, welcome to my show I just got this sh** syndicated Told her bounce and bring it back, ricochet it Hear my verse and get to sweatin' start to ventilating Do yo' thang, focus on me don't lose concentration Do yo' thang, focus on me don't lose concentration

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