| Lyrics | [Intro]
I, am, Tiga
[Verse 1]
Fuck all my enemies, they won't get my energy
Look at the score board B, we winning its ten to three
Accomplished allot bitch, and you won't diminish me
My cup runneth over why? I filled it with Hennessey
Im up in the clouds dawg', Im blowing on plenty trees
Blunt rolled tight and, this weed came out of Tennessee
Shout out my nigga D, Mali 'wuz good?
Those are my fucking brothers, and that's understood
Was gone for a minute, Im back or whatever
Call the Goodfellas', get shit back together
Tone, Too, Ant, Lo, Reece, Rod, my niggas forever
My niggas is solid, don't hang with no pussies
Nasty lets get it, we breaking the bookies
Straight to the mall, to have me a look see
When I get home, Im fucking up tootsies
In the house for too long, time to fuck up a check
Don't spend it all, gotta invest
Business is first, then I play with the rest
Salute to my brothers, a sign of respect
Back on my bullshit, I went to the West
I got some shit, to get off of my chest
Not going online, and making no threats
Enough with the talking, just send the address
[Chorus]
My nigga let's get it, we all gotta eat
The table is ours, pull up a seat
How we gone get it? whatever it takes
As long we hustle, something a shake
We winning, we winning, light the cigars
The world is mine, nah my nigga it's ours
Shoot for the stars, fuck it Pluto and Mars
Let's get on our boss shit, like Jigga and Nas
[Verse 2]
Five seconds left, and they in the lead
We only down one, but I'm going for three
Chasing these chips, Bron and AD
Run that shit back, 'gotta repeat
Much thanks to the most high
Good edibles, Im so high
Life's great, Im good, Im blessed, and I know why
Hit rewind, go back in time, with everything that I know now
A different path, I would have chose, and been further down, the road now
Fuck all that, just pass the weed, Im about to get blowed now
Houston Texas, chopped 'n screwed, everything look slowed down
[Chorus]
My nigga let's get it, we all gotta eat
The table is ours, pull up a seat
How we gone get it? whatever it takes
As long we hustle, something a shake
We winning, we winning, light the cigars
The world is mine, nah my nigga it's ours
Shoot for the stars, fuck it Pluto and Mars
Let's get on our boss shit, like Jigga and NasYou might also like |
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