Master P

Master P - Scared Of Me lyrics

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We in the club, popping bottles after bottles

Making champagne rain, fuckin models after models

Bitch niggas see us and they don’t even holler

I could press a button leave you haters in a flaw

Nigga got me for a brick, gave em 28

Nigga gave me bullshit,

What you think I’ma do when I see him?

Fuck you and his crew, if I see him

Real niggas go code, molly fit in that pea bow

Never miss a shot, derek rose and the free throw

Catch a man I’m gone, 2 bottles of that tron

Fuck these niggas hatin on me because my money long

I see pussy in his eyes, I know these niggas scared

Yeah I fucked his bitch, that was the best I ever had

You taunting tissue niggas, I’m bout to wipe my ass

Keep my name out your mouth, before you end up in a bag

[Hook]

I live, I die, the kush, I’m high

The streets, the pain, the money, the fame

These niggas hating on me thinking they ahead of me

Pussy niggas scared of me acting like a nun

I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun

Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin work

Check a nigga resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared

Purple and gold charg em, call it james worthy

Shawty take it to the head while I’m at the derby

No fear, I live on the edge of life

No illuminati talk, cause I love christ

My price, 26 a fuckin brick

Your baby mama mad cause a nigga can’t quit

Fuck the brats, everybody fuckin tellin

I keep a choppa, a firearm with a felon

I’d rather die busting, then to go without it

Run upon me dog I’ll show you that we bout it, bout it

Al capone pushin work through the whole city

Come short nigga, you could meet frank ...

[Hook]

I live, I die, the kush, I’m high

The streets, the pain, the money, the fame

These niggas hating on me thinking they ahead of me

Pussy niggas scared of me acting like a nun

I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun

Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin work

Check a nigga resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared

When tory enter the room, they holler

Whoel ray I spit more fire than 2 jays for 2 days

These rappers niggas scared of me, sweet bouquets

I’m on my shot town nigga, lou...

In the hood, getting dollas, in the club poppin bottles

If she bad I might holler, if she not I don’t even bother

Lambo doors with the invisible roof

You can call that bitch rabid cause he missing a tooth

Niggas scared, drug dealers niggas roam with my click

And my swagger sold me out, I got shit run out with the knicks

Made my atitude so shit a nigga, wish I would quit

Made my dogs ball hard till I tell em to quit

[Hook]

I live, I die, the kush, I’m high

The streets, the pain, the money, the fame

These niggas hating on me thinking they ahead of me

Pussy niggas scared of me acting like a nun

I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun

Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin work

Check a nigga resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared.

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