Give Em What They Askin for

Album: Back on My B.S. (2009)
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  • [Intro/Chorus]
    They say we make the greatest HITS
    So who am I, to dis-AGREE?
    I hear the streets callin, y'all was lookin for ME
    Everybody, was lookin for one thing
    You lookin for something, well I got the something
    Now every single person that was lookin for something
    Well let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY!
    Let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY, HEY!

    Hey - what'chu tryin to know?
    I got the sick Southside and it ain't no joke
    Hot cookin, sittin pretty, shiny smokes
    Up in the fine cuisine, sup a little wine with my folks
    A bunch of filthy rich niggaz that be grindin the most
    Bunch of ace of spade models makin champagne toasts
    And I got, Armani suits, sick wrists on glow
    A nigga back, hittin harder than a 2x4
    See them diamonds, yeah I bet'cha never seen 'em befo'
    Drippin off a nigga 'til the stones'll fall on the flo'
    I'm throwin, money down the room to please myself
    I'm into self-preservation so I freeze myself
    See I'm so, dipped fresh I wanna squeeze myself
    And do it so big sometimes I can't believe myself
    No matter how hard a nigga greed my wealth
    See you can front if you want, the game need my help
    Now let's GO!

    [Chorus]

    Hey - how you ain't gon' choke
    when you see five mills hangin off my throat?
    We don't know about the drugs but you know mines coke
    Couple Venezuelan bitches chillin on my boat
    Now now now, a lot of niggaz ridin on my coat
    But I don't worry cause you know the difference is mines dope
    E'rytime the hood's eatin nigga they find hope
    Ain't nuttin change same birdie hangin off my rope
    Now listen - I got the 50 if you all want smoke
    Just put your lips up to your fingers if you takin a toke
    You see I gladly share the weed just never leave me the roach
    When I get with bitches in the building they be catchin the ghost
    I'm sayin, go 'head and roam girl and giggle around me
    Break your shit, the shit it start to wiggle around me
    So, swaggnificent the shit won't stop
    Just got the crib fit with airplane lights on top
    Now let's GO!

    [Chorus]

    Hey - how you all gon' sleep
    when a nigga like the groove but beepin on my creep
    So serious, when you walk up on my street
    The Violator hood niggaz busy parkin my fleet
    of vehicles from East Europe I can hardly repeat
    the names of, shit is strange but it's hard to defeat
    How we do it and we kill 'em 'til there ain't nuttin left
    I finish niggaz e'rytime because we do it to death
    Now let's GO!

    [Chorus]

    [repeat "HEY" to fade] Writer/s: RONDELL TURNER, TREVOR SMITH
    Publisher: Audiam, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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