Yung Berg
Yung Berg - I'm On songtekst
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Baby, like, we ain't dropped an album In at least fo' years How the fuck we hit that fella? Baby, lighting bellies don't drop For at least four months How the fuck is niggas go? I ain't gotta lie, do shit Fool on others It's good music in a bitter cool summer I ain't worry bout nothing Everything Gucci Chain fucking your ass out a Hummer Yes, come for my new bitch dump South side, nigga, I'ma give you three hundred Some say cops, some niggas say runners Old fuck boys, y'all never seen commas? Out T-Ovana(?), I might eat a (???) Fucking in the pool, then finish in the sauna hit making nigga, hit making nigga (Welcome to my show) Might see me with Rhianna [Hook] Pull up to that club Leave two hoes in that 2 seater Lap on lap on lap I call lights on, lights on Hook it from the top Start up from the bottom Never going back, going back Pretty young momma Dirty big baller How we ball like that! Feel like I'm on for the first time Sitting on my throne for the first time I tell ââ?¬Ë?em meet me at the top Only since that beat drop I'm still gonna get this money If you like it, or not I'm on! On, on! I'm on! On, on!