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Oh, oh yo Question tell me what you know about me At the dice game nothing less than a G Got my own ride and I got my own bread Even bought the chicken scrap wig on your head Question, ask me how i feel about chicks Best be independent cause you ain't gettin' shit The only time I trick is December 25th I'm coming with a rolls, some kicks, and some dick There's one thing worse then a chick saying "I just want chedda" Uh-oh, that's a motherfuckin' child's support letter First she want her bills paid now she independent Sounds more like these chicks is inconsistent These days everybody wanna male bash I tell 'em real fast to kiss my male ass Listen, this is how it works I want to fuck you on my money Baby it just who gets who first Now you all hurt telling the word nonsense It ain't my fault you fell in love in the process Got pregnant young now hun is stuck But if I'm taking care of my son then shut the fuck up Bitch I got no time to hear your heart broke I owe like two months rent and a fucking car note Take it as a quote not an answer back Letras de cancionesAnd if so suck my dick, somebody answer that Cause the clothes on my kid (I bought it) Everything in my crib (I bought it) The lawyer from my bid (I bought it) Even though I lost the case (But I fought it) The telly i bring my hoes (I bought it) Grams on top of grams (I bought it) The one train downtown (I bought it) Get money fuck a bitch [1:] Yo, all my niggas who independent (Throw your hands up with me) All my niggas who gettin' paper (Throw your hands up with me) All my niggas who keeps it gravy (Throw your hands up with me) Understanding that life ain't easy (Throw your hands up with me) Yo man I'm independent cause I know I can spend my last on a fresh jar of 'dro And still up to date with the Benz for the crib And helpin' mom dukes keepin' food in the fridge (Answer) Don't ever judge a nigga by his dough He could be independent whether rich or poor As long as you know where all your money go Niggas know when not to give a fuck about a ho Check it out, my life hard man All I gotta do is flip Chicks want a yard all they gotta do is strip, its that easy A brother want a check, he get a job Some chicks want a check, they get pregnant That ain't right, but fuck it, it's straight blood Wanna wreck a nigga's life for two hundred dollars a month Won't let you see your seed actin' like it's funny She gettin' her hair done with that diaper money Independent, I know cats that's fightin' to live A week won't eat to keep lights in the crib Gas in the tank, shoes on the act California plates with dubes on the back I'm just here to stack on digits So happen I get paid to come back on bitches Rep my niggaz, get brain and keep on skeetin' We keep on with these hoes, we gon' keep on eatin' Cause the rims on my jeep (I bought it) The Timbs on my feet (I bought it) The couch that I sleep (I bought it) And I don't give a fuck (Cause I bought it) My web ain't no six (I bought it) Every bitch you saw me with (I scored it) The last time I tricked (I can't call it) Cause I look's out for me Know what I mean? [1] [2:] East coast didn't know I get's down like that West coast didn't know you get's down like that Dirty south didn't know you get's down like that Up north didn't know you get's down like that To my niggaz didn't know you get's down like that Sporty didn't know you get's down like that Sporty Thievz is here Just to let my niggaz know That we come to get the dough Set this paper, fuck these hoes [1] [2] From Letras Mania