Memphis Bleek Sh T Remix Lyrics


Sh!t (Remix) by Memphis Bleek

Sir .. p**sy here
Niggas you ain't shining shit,
talking .. working, nigga you ain't
Ey!
Ey!

Are you .. got all the guns and he ain't killed nobody to ..
How much time you shot them off and
Ain't nobody popped up there
Downside nigga murder
Shit!

2 x Hook:
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking 'bout a hunnd bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shit shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit.

Shit
Shit

[Verse:]
Uh, I've been pollin' since I'm 15,
Tell the truth, I just live with these niggas dream
Huh, each state, different state nigga
Do say by the mother*cking case nigga
Huh, ask nigga is what they mad at
I'll f*ck you girl, I ain't wonder when I have that
Huh, me ain't trade round smash that
I made more than you make now just throw ass cat
And I don't fuck with the rest
Why should I when I grew up with the best
Niggas talk like they puttin' in work
The gun only go off on December 31st"
And I ain't never see this trump so fifth eyes
Copin' up but they're talkin' their pop tags
I'm from the city of the money getters,
My house, no let them know they ain't f*ckin' with us
My riders right here, make a move on,
Once I call my rollies put the tools on em,
Nigga see that rollie, got the jewels on em,
Got the same rock piece, the same crew on em
Brooklyn in this bitch we like a ..
Hundred bottles do say, who want it?

2 x Hook:
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking 'bout a hunnd bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shit shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit.
Shit
Shit

[Verse:]
Catch a nigga slipping at the red light
With ya AK, let me see you shoot it
You're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon
Nigga let me see you prove it
Presidential rollie and its glidin'
Love a nigga wrist when its shinin'
Hate a nigga wrist when its blingin'
So I went and added more diamonds
Hot boy nigga, BG
Thats the way these young niggas eat
Drinking on syrup can't sleep
Keep a couple standing with ya partner
Blockbuster niggas running around with real choppers
Nigga what's the color of them bottles, they ain't gold
Now you moving round with ya ho
You ain't even sticking to the code
Pimps up, pimps up, hoes down, hoes down
A pool full of money and I'm 'bout to drown
I'mma fool on the corner with that Bobby Brown
Button up suits at the Grammy's
Had to turn it up for the family
Yes I'm a freebandz bandit
Hook:
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking 'bout a hunnd bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shit shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit

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