Where Ya At (Freestyle) lyrics

Look, I woke up with a bad b*tch, she pretty and nasty
pus*y sittin pretty i'll go low if she ask me
Got me in my feelings, when I leave they just vanish
When I see the things I want my eyes get filled up with passion
I ain't going to Passions, i'm in Penthouse
Smellin' like a pound, strippers tryna whip my di*k out
I'm back on the mollys after shawty told me chill out
Glizzy in the club so la boy you better chill out (aye)
I heard them n*ggas tryna ride, 30 shots on every Glock them b*tches tryna die
I be [?] pimpin, my new hoe so photogenic
Slangin di*k to every pretty b*tch i'm going in Guinness
I [?] with this sh*t, fall in love and then forget
How can pus*y stay wet when all these ballers in this b*tch
Watch your step or get slapped, go retarded in this b*tch
Thot n*ggas me and mac, f*ckin' b*tches for attention
I pulled up on the Ave, rest in peace to TrillaMel
[?] in this year, free them shottas out them cells
I came up under the realest so I gotta keep it trill
I be trickin' just a lil in LA with [?]


Pull up on yo block with 80 shots we letting go
n*ggas I look up to pimped hoes and sold coke
n*ggas on dope so some n*ggas sold both
Feds snatch me up, 3 words ' Ion know '
Free my brother Ackie yeah the wait is almost over
Seat back buckin' throwing L's for his soulja
Rest in peace Soulja, I'm smoking with La Soulja
I had popped a Xanax 'fore my interview with Revo
Got this n*gga hatin', I just pulled up on his b*tch
Hoe he call his wife be doing pull ups on the di*k
Heart fell in they stomach when I pulled up in that benz
Heart fell in they stomach when I took over the city (Nenola)
Heart fell in they stomach when "Handouts" went triple digits
n*ggas in they feelings but really it's bout the business
I had fell back for a minute to be generous
I had fell back for a minute to be generous
Pourin' up a deuce sippin' til i'm off balance
f*ck her from the back til lil mama off balance
That's another n*ggas problem, so it really don't matter(2x)
Pack just touched down, moon rock roll up
I be geeked up, piff gang roll up
f*ck n*gga want beef? f*ck n*gga get touched(2x)
I had realized that these n*ggas thats claiming that
They real guys tell real lies I realized these rap n*ggas be real job
Stunt hard til my deadline, Free my n*ggas doing fed time
Straight from out that Nolia, bullets flying ain't no safe side
Who f*cking with me in the city? name a n*gga (point em out)
I'm on them xans but my youngin off them jiggas (make em jump)
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