SHAWTY LO

SHAWTY LO - MVP lyrics

rate me

Yeah we smoke titanic blunts nigga

Straight..Shawty

Hook:

MVP, yeah yeah, LeBron James

Thirty peace, cocaine

Ey, ey, automor parkay

Gonna hunt down in the parkway

It's ok, ain't nothing bust em he say

Hey, it's ok, ain't nothing but some shit say

[Shawty Lo:]

They say I'm dead, show me the gravestone

Westside Bankhead, I’m from Bowen Homes

And we born none, we can get it nigga

Hundred rounds, banana for a monkey nigga

Social network, got the game fucked up

Fake ass rappers tryin' to live like us

Dope boy loving all that fake ass jewelry

Y'all some twitter gangsters, facebook bullies

MDC, they my young nigga

Nigga tried to hate, but we bad nigga

And everything cosa, (cosa)

Cosa Nostra

2 x Hook:

MVP, yeah yeah, LeBron James

Thirty peace, cocaine

Ey, ey, automor parkay

Gonna hunt down in the parkway

It's ok, ain't nothing bust em he say

Hey, it's ok, ain't nothing but some shit say

Rocko:

Nigga holding us on me, but it's ok

I make a hundred bands a week, yeah it's all fame

Right at the other week, in the monument

Night temple at the biss, nigga home play

Dry hair, pull up on they make up dry they hair

Cut your bitch check the wrist, made the drop ahead

Get that Ric Flair, better yet Dusty Rhodes, started at a dusty row

They tried to talk that talk bout me, but it's ok

Bitch we're the hottest in the street, that what the street say

The bitch mad say we're cheap, fuck what she said

The nigga mad cause I’m eating, but it’s ok

[2 x Hook:]

Gucci Mane:

He say, she say, we said

Gucci Mane A Weed Head

So many bitches in my room I think I need like 3 beds

He eat it, I beat it, found out she cheated, he heated

He text me, wanna question me 'bout a bitch I deleted

And she put keep on and keep on, you took her all out your people

I feed 'em I lease a refund, you look you love her and call her

I'll be the fucker and leave 'em, you tellin' the girl you love her

You let the bitch meet your mother, don't play yourself like a sucker

Remember my homie bottom, brothers from different mothers

She said, she said that you said that I was like a copa

She got him in the costal, and other nigga and talker

Can’t hustle the hustle her 'cause I’m busting her while you're cuffing her

[2 x Hook:]

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