Pain 1993

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(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)

Ayy

Ayy

N*ggas ain't gotta respect

N*ggas just gotta accept

I put that top left

I love my crodie to death (Codeine)

Hype Williams, Lil' X

If you don't say it direct

Could give a f*ck, ayy, yeah, yeah

I put some ice on her hand

I let her take an advance

Sh*t wasn't goin' as planned

I put that sh*t in the van

She gotta move with her friend

Heard she went back to her man

Give a f*ck, ayy

I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did

When I shoot my shot it's the Kawhi way, it's goin' in

Me and lil' Sicko sittin' sideways breakin' tens

Used to be an antisocial n*gga, now I'm makin' friends

I just got a mansion out in Turks and it's a beachfront (Okay)

And she's bringin' four friends, I know I'll hit at least one (Okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

Got 'em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up (Okay)

Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (Okay)

Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up

Ain't nobody makin' too much money off the beef stuff (Okay)

But I beef a rapper 'cause I'm never with the sweet stuff

Shawty came from Mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ayy (Beep, beep, beep)

N*ggas ain't gotta respect

N*ggas just gotta accept ('Cept)

I put that top left (Ayy)

I love my crodie to death (Codeine)

Hype Williams, Lil' X (Beep)

If you don't say it directly (Beep)

Could give a f*ck, ayy, yeah, yeah

Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons (Racks in my jeans, okay)

Diamonds all in my teeth, I called up the dentist, yeah (Okay)

Got a Goyard bag, I threw them racks in it (My racks, yeah)

Every time I'm home, you know I whip the Bentley (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just threw these bands in my car, yeah, yeah (Ooh)

Shawty just pulled up just to give neck (Shawty just pulled up)

I only want top, yeah, for sure, ooh (Only want top)

And I know I'm on top, but I want more, more (Okay)

Remember I used to sleep on the floor (With my, oh yeah)

Now every day I rock Christian Dior (Okay, Yohji)

Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean)

Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean, okay)

I spent a hundred K last night, New York (Yeah, yeah)

I just spent a hundred K next day, I was bored (Okay, okay, yeah)

That Lam' truck got numbers on the board (Okay, get it)

Yeah, she keep textin' my phone, I'ma ignore (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ayy (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

N*ggas ain't gotta respect

N*ggas just gotta accept

I put that top left

I love my crodie to death (Crodie)

Hype Williams, Lil' X

If you don't say it directly

Could give a f*ck (Okay), ayy, yeah, yeah