YG - Who Do You Love (Feat. Drake) (Prod. Mustard) | Текст песни

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• Who Do You Love (Feat. Drake) (Prod. Mustard)

[Verse 1:]
I'm that ni**a with the plugs,
I'm the ni**a who got homies that be sellin' drugs,
I'm the ni**a on the back street
With the fat heat, ni**as better run like athletes.
I'm that ni**a, I'm that ni**a,
My Bank of America account got six figures,
I'm that ni**a on the block,
Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock.
Uh, you that ni**a on the low-low,
You're the ni**a, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos.
Porsche sittin' on Forgi's,
ni**as can't afford these,
The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11,
I call my homies, not 9-11.
I'm the ni**a with the juice,
But I'll never do my ni**a like Pac did Q.

[Chorus:]
Bitch, who do you love? [x5]

[Verse 2: Drake]
I got a shorty name Texas Syn,
She got a buddy named Dolce B and now you know the deal.
We turnt up in the studio late night,
That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight.
OVO crew, ni**a, thought I told you,
If you a player in the game, this should hold you,
And, man, shout my ni**a Game, he just rolled through,
Eatin' crab out in Malibu at NOBU.
A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game,
Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game,
They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make,
Did the motto, took a flight to the Golden state.
I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight,
Had to leave, my ni**a, homie got an open case,
But I'm big on the West like I'm big in the South,
So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out.
And my name too big, and my gang too big,
Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big,
I'ma crush that ass even if it ain't too big,
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big,
Wassup!

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
I'm that ni**a, I'm that ni**a,
Bank of America account got six figures.
I'm that ni**a on the block,
Fat heat; run like athletes.
I'm that ni**a, I'm that ni**a,
Bank of America account got six figures.
I'm that ni**a on the block.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
ni**a, we street and we hood,
Ain't nobody ever gave us shit,
When you see us shinin', it's because we steady grindin'.
We stay paper chasin',
Separatin' the real from the fake,
The fake from the real,
We livin' to die and dyin' to live!
ni**a, that's why we got so many women,
I'm tryna go deep, hit them asscheeks,
Bust them guts, make her cum.
Bitch, you know the game!
Ain't a muthafuckin' thing change!
Bitch, who do you love?

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