U Ain’t Gotta Love Me

歌詞

[talking:] Mic check, one-two Mic check, yeah [Hook: x2] You ain't gotta love me, niggaz playa hating why you hating on me Look into my eyes, tell me what you see Now they talking down, on these Clover Geez But nigga you'll see, you ain't gotta love me [C-Note:] I'm the first nigga throwing punches Lay a nigga on his back flat, as if they was doing crunches Y'all niggaz feel the heat, and y'all losing countries Y'all niggaz feeling sweet, and we got the munchies My rap lyrics, eat boys up And my same, had me beating boys up Ten years in the game, still independent Southwest shut down, nigga still in it Nigga still win it, nigga still spend it Ain't dropped in a while, but the DJ still spin it Niggaz hating on me, but they waiting on me Like them new A-1's, anticipating on me Can't wait, for the album to drop Can't wait for the mom and pop's, to get the shit that's hot The type of shit, that you can bump on your block The type of shit, that make you run from the cops is you with it or not [Hook x2] [C-Note:] Boys is scared, boys prepared To make history, y'all niggaz bout to bring out the best of me Got a problem, I'm right here Where Texas be, I'm where the restless be And we up all night, like on extasy Keep a fine lil' mama, right next to me And if you try to run up, ain't no testing me Boy bad for your health, lik aspestis be And I'm down, with the 4200 block And we let them thangs fly, without no warning shots Cause it's on, they run track the way they catching out Six screens in a Lac, when we pulling out It's VVS, say they five Don't hate I'm just trying to survive, and keep my ass alive Everyday, it's a struggle and strive You know we trying to get that green like chives, my niggaz keeping it live [Hook x2] [C-Note:] So keep hating mayn, adds fuel to my fire Like that endo nigga, get me high and high Four ki's in the tire, rest my main desire But the streets keep me hot, so I'm the main supplier Tell a nigga like a bitch, you ain't gotta love me While I'm up in VIP, sipping yellow bubbly And I travel round the world, in that new G-4 Touch down in the city, show you how shit go More ice than the snow, they like you can see me In the candy black paint, or the Lamborghini Got girls in bikinis, taking it off Blowing blunts, while in the backyard playing the golf Three mill on a house, and I'm still independent And I can see, why you hating on my Clover pendant I'm shining, like a shiny lil' star There go C-Note in that shiny new car, oh boy [Hook x4] [talking:] Uh, what what what what what You ain't gotta love me, what Gotta love, you ain't gotta love You ain't gotta love me Let's get it cracking mayn See miss whatever nigga, you know what it do