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still 8 - bigalow da hotshot lyrics

realist in the room, so you prolly ain’t gone feel me
they say money do the talking i was broke so they ain’t hear me at all
don’t bring them p*ssy n*ggas near me
i knew suin smelled fishy, n*ggas fishing tryna k!ll me
my b*tch said it’s hard to like me, but she like n*ggas that wan be me that sh*t backwards now them n*ggas think we even
check the score i’m not conceited
they say numbers don’t lie well someone lied about my mvp season
100000 to ya thousand
ion see how you still breathing
keeping up wasn’t a option ion follow ima leader
n*ggas following the leader
make a way for all my people
keep my head inside the clouds i say what’s up i really mean it
stopped getting high it slowed me down
somehow i feel like i still need it
i told this b*tch her p*ssy stink and she ain’t care enough to clean it
my dog he said his sh*t ain’t stink
stepped in it and i was heated
caught a case i pulled a micheal
guessed it right i had to beat it
where i’m from this sh*t like triller
bunch of zombies using needles
begging come in many ways
that only fans sh*t for the eaters
don’t get offended i’m offended if you thinking that i need you (don’t get offended i’m offended if you thinking that i need you)
took another route i got caught up at that light
i got caught up in that life
(and i promise i done took another route)
an back den i tried to please you
the bond was loose i tried to squeeze you
b*tch why would i leave you
i go hard for my people go hard for my
i go hard for my
and i go hard for my
and i go hard
and i go hard
and i go hard for my people
and i go hard
and i go hard
and i go hard
and i go hard
and i go hard
and i go hard for my people

why would you stab me in my back
i should shoot you in ya face
my dog ain’t wanna be a groupie
so he never bought a tape
i told my dad i understand how b*tches run you out of state
i warned my man’s a hunnit grand to watch them n*ggas round ya plate
i lost it all i still ate
rip kobe still 8
they kicked my back in still ache
i was so cold i’m still shaking

but i’m still going hard still going hard for me people
i was dirty back than i got the juice a real beetle
best response is no response
i shut my mouth they still read me
told that b*tch that i ran the streets all day she still eat me

- bigalow da hotshot lyrics

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