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ulterior motive - big yaya lyrics

[intro]
ulterior motives make frie*
ulterior motives make*
ulterior motive*
(chubby goin’ crazy crazy)
ulterior motives make friends turn foe
ulterior motives make friends turn foe
ulterior motives make friends turn foe
ulterior motives make friends turn foe

[hook: big yaya]
ulterior motives make friends turn foe
ever see your right hand sell his soul?
i gotta keep heat, know the streets cold
told the g we gon’ win, we all play our role
on court, me and big gltaow pick and roll
money callin’, the bullsh*t on hold
livin’ too fast, the trap got slow
real roadrunner, paid a million in tolls
signed a deal, spent half on [clothes?]
fashion, remember goin’ broke on clothes
on the block, seen a plug and a double r, life goals
i touch a pack, sh*t sold
f*ck rap, when the trap been went gold
i don’t gotta rap, n*gga, to go diamond
before i got the plug, i used to take [assignments?]
my n*ggas ain’t dumb, i give them assignments
first rule, if you get caught stay silent
can’t hang around me, you not violent
f*ck a vacay, brody stuck up on the island
if the feds come, tell ma i was trying
i’m rapping for all them nights you was cryin’
a hoe tried to tell me she love me, stop lying
the jungle turned me to a lion
[verse 1: big gltaow]
uh
gltaow, uh
stayed in the ville, it done turned me to a demon
free ap, my brody was reading
stuck in the trap and it turned me to a grinch
it don’t make dollars, it don’t make no cents
gun go gltaow, and i’m jumpin’ the fence
top five grinch, never play on the bench
big dub c*f, you know i can’t fold
i was down bad, turned dirt into gold
fly out to cali, might sh*t back a load
bend in a beamer, or bend in a rolls
trapped out the town now my vvs on froze
that little boy talk, he ain’t stick to the code
play with the gang, then we slide to his home
get back gang, yeah we settin’ the tone
trappin’ and tappin’ made racks on the phone
950 demon, it’s writ in the song
uh
gltaow

[verse 2: big yaya & big gltaow]
with the rap gotta go all in, but the trap can’t leave it alone
fourteen on the blidda thinkin’ i was grown
glidda on me, cause i gotta make it home
walk with a glock, had to make it to the crib
free the whole gang up top, doin’ a bid
lil bro crashed out, he didn’t even get to live
where i’m from, that’s just how it is
i’ma make it in rap, leave a bag for my kids
screamin’ f*ck twelve, might gltaow at a pig
keep me a gltaow, at a show, at a gig
uh, gltaow
[hook: big yaya]
ulterior motives make friends turn foe
ever see your right hand sell his soul?
i gotta keep heat, know the streets cold
told the g we gon’ win, we all play our role
on court, me and big gltaow pick and roll
money callin’, the bullsh*t on hold
livin’ too fast, the trap got slow
real roadrunner, paid a million in tolls

- big yaya lyrics

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