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My Nigga (remix) Karaoke - YG & Lil Wayne, Rich Homie Quan, Meek Mill & Nicki Minaj

To nagranie jest coverem My Nigga (remix) rozsławionym przez YG
feat. Lil Wayne, Rich Homie Quan, Meek Mill & Nicki Minaj

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About

Z wokalem (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo takie jak w orginale: 171 BPM

Tonacja taka jak orginał: E♭m

The song begins a cappella

Czas trwania: 04:02 - Podgląd na stronie: 02:25

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Data wydania: 2014
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, W języku angielskim
Słowa oryginalne: Young Jeezy, YG Young Gangsta, Snoop Dogg, Mikely Wilhelm Adam, Rich Homie Quan, Lawson Craig Stephen, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Corey Miller, Atwood Charles Johnson

Wszystkie dostępne do pobrania pliki to backing tracks, a nie oryginalne utwory.

Tekst My Nigga (remix)

I'm talkin' 'bout puttin' on ridin' out
Glocks in my ma's house
Front you with that work
I done fronted niggas work
You say you want that head-up but we don't fight fair bruh
Catch you slippin' from the backside then knock you out
Ace gon' stomp you out then Buddah gon' stomp you out
Has mama ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth
Nine milli pokin' out
Four-fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about
I'd die for my motherfuckin' nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the stand
I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga, real talk
I don't really fuck with too many niggas 'cos niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't
Top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro
Don't beef over no ho
And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it rains, it pours, it's dry for me and my fuckin' niggas
Yeah
I kill for my motherfucking niggas
Vice-versa
Eyes red from the kush I blew
White person
Got my middle finger on the trigger and with my little finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all y'all niggas
Except my niggas
I said that Imma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga
Most likely Imma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in 'less I'm with my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
Yeah
I done spent a million dollars on my motherfuckin' niggas
You catch me out Chicago with them motherfuckin' hittas
Call up RondoNumbaNine
Lil Durk to bring the trigger
And when we on the lean we ain't fuckin' with the liquor
Imma buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches
She keep likin' all my pictures
'Cos she see the way I ball
How my wrist and neck be lit up
Catch you at the red light
Have 'em screamin' Caine get up
Same nigga from the bottom
Ain't a damn thing change
Catch me out in Collins
Screamin' Money ain't a thang
In a red Mulsanne
Lookin' like I claim Blood
And if homie ain't my homie then I know it ain't love
Screamin' out Four Hunnid
YG that's my nigga
'Cos I been in the field life on the line with him
And if it's really real
I'll prol'ly die with him
'Cos when I need the choppers
I just tell Tak Hit 'em what
I said that Imma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga
Most likely Imma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in 'less I'm with my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
Yeah
I just got two hundred fifty thousand dollars for a verse nigga
I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst nigga
You niggas ain't got no joints
Like they injured Chris Paul you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too
They some don't-cross-me bitches
Flossy bitches
Sergio Rossi bitches
And if we at the game then it's floor seat bitches
I ride for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' rich
I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu, fries
Apple pies, other bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my bitches
I need a nigga with some different strokes
Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches and my side bitches
Need a nigga with some good neck, ostriches
My niggas
I said that Imma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga
Most likely Imma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas
New York to Compton
Got YG with me
And I ain't goin' in 'less I'm with my nigga so don't get stomped in uh huh
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
Y'all know who the fuck it is
See I done preheated my oven to
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga three hundred fifty degrees bitch
And when it come out it's gon' burn you bitches like
Yeah
You better get your motherfuckin' oven mitt bitch
Ha ha
Young Mula baby

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