"Genuine Love Freestyle" lyrics
(Damn, DJ PLugg, you just killed 'em)
Yeah, oh
I be try to fuck with niggas but I can't fuck with niggas
Niggas don't show the same love that I do
Everybody gangster, you got a fye? I got a fye too
Half a mill' spent inside my closet, I get fly too
Surrounded by the fake and I'm just lookin' for that genuine love
My bitch gon' hold a nigga down and give me genuine hugs
Live my life just like a boss, don't put your shoes on this rug
I might sing but a hang around them shooters and thugs
I'm a big dawg, don't get me confused with a pup
I gotta perky on my tongue and 42' in the cup
I be writin' down my goals 'cause I refuse to be stuck
I did what niggas think I couldn't, is it hustle or luck?
I don't like that small talk, is you fuckin' or what?
You know that pussy get wetter when that thumb in her butt
All that money that I spend, I tend to make it back
These niggas cappin' in my state but I'm just statin' facts, yeah
Yeah, oh
Cappin' in my state but I'm just statin' facts, ha, woah
Yeah, oh
Nah, for real
I got my niece on my screensaver
The way she smile, it give me joy, it leave me satisfied
It's crazy I ain't feel no pain when my auntie died
I be askin' God, "What's wrong with me?"
These niggas in the club
Blowin' all they money on a bitch that's gon' fuck me and my gang for free
Now how the fuck I get these millions with no school degree?
I gotta master in finesse, ain't no finessin' me
This paper ain't come from no textbook, stop testin' me
I'm on now, you was the one that didn't invest in me
You rather beef inside some comments, you just a pest to me
If you think you got the answers then why you question me? Nigga
Yeah, oh
I be try to fuck with niggas but I can't fuck with niggas
Niggas don't show the same love that I do
Everybody gangster, you got a fye? I got a fye too
Half a mill' spent inside my closet, I get fly too
Surrounded by the fake and I'm just lookin' for that genuine love
My bitch gon' hold a nigga down and give me genuine hugs
Live my life just like a boss, don't put your shoes on this rug
I might sing but a hang around them shooters and thugs
I'm a big dawg, don't get me confused with a pup
I gotta perky on my tongue and 42' in the cup
I be writin' down my goals 'cause I refuse to be stuck
I did what niggas think I couldn't, is it hustle or luck?
I don't like that small talk, is you fuckin' or what?
You know that pussy get wetter when that thumb in her butt
All that money that I spend, I tend to make it back
These niggas cappin' in my state but I'm just statin' facts, yeah
Yeah, oh
Cappin' in my state but I'm just statin' facts, ha, woah
Yeah, oh
Nah, for real
I got my niece on my screensaver
The way she smile, it give me joy, it leave me satisfied
It's crazy I ain't feel no pain when my auntie died
I be askin' God, "What's wrong with me?"
These niggas in the club
Blowin' all they money on a bitch that's gon' fuck me and my gang for free
Now how the fuck I get these millions with no school degree?
I gotta master in finesse, ain't no finessin' me
This paper ain't come from no textbook, stop testin' me
I'm on now, you was the one that didn't invest in me
You rather beef inside some comments, you just a pest to me
If you think you got the answers then why you question me? Nigga
