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How To Make It In America

Okay my name YG and I came to play
f*ck then I bust a nut why ain't perfect
yeah I'm a real nigga I aint' got time to fake
the glock..like a fan high would you mind ..
I'm on the grind to my mama f*ck a 9 to 5
I get money f*ck bitches that's my alibi
I'm laughing in your bitch p**sy ..
ha ha ha ha ha..
but anyway I'm getting paid
yeah I get it how im livin
treat the game like a spider
in my house I gotta kill it
okay big dick bandit yeah your bitch know
we outside smoking that indo
in my mama benzo, in my mama benzo..
Ima cute young nigga and my mama friends know
give her a bottle of ciroc and a thizz pill ..
and if she aint fuckin throw her out the windshield

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Real nigga, real nigga I ain't never lie
change hoes like channels got this bitches televised ..
hit that puff puff now a young nigga hella high..
and I can show you how to make it in America
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how you ride, how you ride on the 24 bitches
hotel room weed drank and 24 bitches
yes that's how I'm living and I'll never change the price
Livin'..

a hundred thousand in the brief case like I won a sweep stakes
party wit aristocratic bitches bring the cheese plate
I really am this ..and you just seem great
weight of the world on my shoulders till my knees break ..
give em E pills, tell them be still
I got them donuts for you and they cream filled
got expensive clothes and extensive flow
designer brands that you'll never own,
a second phone that I'm never on
eatin' philet mignon from her restaurant
and that's p**sy not before money
it's Mac Miller, YG 4 Hunnit
so hit me up with that dust to split
you mad that little white boy f*cked your bitch
sorry next time you'd better cuff that chick
'cause she ain't never gonna get enough for this

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Okay I'm ridin through the city wit the top down
like the first day of summer niggas hot now
I got bars of flow put you on lockdown
this ain't the weight room but my niggas got pounds
I hit the block then I bounce he a young nigga gone
just gave your bitch dick
she keep blowin up my phone
what the f*ck is going on
tell that bitch leave me alone
she only look good in my whip or in a thong
I meet a bitch treat a bitch f*ck her then I leave the bitch
f*cked her with the lights off she aint even seen the dick
and if she look bad you know I'ma hit the bitch
now she all on a nigga like cheetah print
I'm on mars and my flow on Jupiter
wrist go dumb but my chain go stupider
I'm the shit bitch i'll have yo nigga scoop wit her
but I heavenly father can you protect me from lucifer

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