(feat. Pooda Brown)



[Young Chris:]

G-I-F-I

Get In where you Fit In

You know

Roll with ya boys

Gunz..!



[Young Chris:]

Honestly, my favorite type of gear

A schrunchie for her hair and LaPerle under wears

Bang her from the rear, baby girl don't care who there

Loud notes, she don't care who hear

That's what I love about em, make the thugs bring the love up out him

She know you cumin, she gone stop and get the nut up out him

They learn enough about em, and get enough about him

Just like a nigga soon as she fuck him, give a fuck about him

That's my type baby

No disrespect to the bourgeois and too polite ladies 

Ill do the wife maybe

Maybe later when a player in his thirties

Man I can't afford these little youngn's, try to play a nigga dirty

Had me up all night, talking bout I can't sleep

Too hurt to eat, baby girl never see 

That be he, not me 

I'm way a better G

You know me better, B

We just fuck em and duck em and leave em



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All night, can't sleep 

Too hurt to eat

Thats the way it goes

Thats the way it goes

And now I got her up all night, can't sleep 

Too hurt to eat

Thats the way it goes

Thats the way it goes



[Puda:]

See all my life i've been the type to keep a little bitch

Fresh in the mornin, put it on me, cook a lil grits

She like to touch my lips, Yeah I like to touch her hips

Then we get it poppin, when a player get enough, he split

Back to that block where I be, I'm on her mind though

I wanna call her and ball her I'm on my grind though

She wanna ride on the love train

But love man

Ain't what I'm here for

Thats not what I care for

I'm in and out when I wanna, don't want to want her

We could kick it in the winter, but I'm cool in the summer

I rather go through my act with them panky-panky's on her lap

We on the corner, nigga heavy and he bettin stacks

Quality time, you outta ya mind

You steppin over ya line, I know that you fine

But all I do is fuck em and duck em

Pops told me don't trust em

Every night, there's another one

Puda got em up...



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[Young Neef:]

Baby girl, dont act foolish when you know that you know betta

I keep you fine cause you a dime but you gets no cheddar

Its hard to show feelings when you know you aint got none

I aint the type of brother that'll bail soon as ya drop one

I'ma in the crib yea soon as tha block done

I lay pipe all night, so let the bed bugs bite

She grippin the sheets tight

I came once, she came twice

Oh you got the right one

We sex till the sun come

Good thing I grabbed a box of them Magnums

Or 9 months later, she pop out wit a bad one

And everything changed, now the chicken be naggin

Listening to her girlfriends 

Now she wantin more ends

Taking out my benz, scrapin up my rims

Every other weekend she out, girlfriend be clubbin

Went from somethin to nothin now she huffin and puffin

Cause a nigga be frontin 

And I got her up...



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