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(feat. Charlay & Jay Coke) Intro: It's back on (Yes) You know how Lil Yola do it, man You already know It's ya boy Charlay, Jay Coke, Lil Yola Verse 1: Charlay Charlay, Jay Coke, and Lil Yola Jumpin outta Corolla And to the folks in the A It's better known as Toyota And you can think you a soldier I'll blow your head off your shoulders You can play like you tough I had enough so I showed ya I get a ho and I stroke her Take her home and I poke her She was drunk when I got her But when I'm done she be sober See my blowin on doja And the guns I tote em If you got funds, they want ya But if you dumb, they taunt ya See Charlay from the road SongtexteAnd then she stanks from a pole And you can think it's a joke And then you hang from a rope I spot a ho If she fine Then they stop me if she not I'm like ??? Get down and drop it like it's hot Chorus: So don't come in my face Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass And don't look at me wrong Cause I been known to gon and act a ass He ain't talkin bout work He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass And when I hit the club I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags Don't come in my face Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass And don't look at me wrong Cause I been known to gon and act a ass He ain't talkin bout work He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass And when I hit the club I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags Verse 2: DG Yola Young nigga I ain't playin with you bustas I'll bust you if you talkin shit Fuckin round with Lil Yola Ya know hide ya in a ditch I'm gutta to the fullest And naw, niggas, I ain't neva took no shit So don't look at me wrong Comin in my face talkin all that other shit Ya know I got that work So you gon call and ask me for a brick And then try to get mad when I say, Imma charge ya 36 Y'all niggas got me bent All in the mix Just like them sucker dusters I stay in the club Chillin in the cut Blowin on that purple stuff My pockets like a pillow So your ho tryin to get with a nigga Se me VIP She tryin to creep off and come see a nigga Imma real gangsta so these fakers wanna be a nigga Better get yo shit straight Now get ready to be a nigga Chorus: So don't come in my face Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass And don't look at me wrong Cause I been known to gon and act a ass He ain't talkin bout work He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass And when I hit the club I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags Don't come in my face Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass And don't look at me wrong Cause I been known to gon and act a ass He ain't talkin bout work He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass And when I hit the club I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags Verse 3: Jay Coke Jay Coke them playas a youngsta Gon stay the same now I'm old Self-made, self-paid, all out And that boy from the road Charlay what's happenin then (Shit, it's whatever, man) These niggas try me Imma leave they eye as black as a 2-11 can Tell em When Hey, I ain't a stutta, man I'm so, so gutta These niggas shoot I pop back as quick as a rubberband I'm a hustla Give em a deal on 28 They buy em But for the pounds of the purp It's a lil bit higher I got the nickels and dimes that'll make ya hip rock But it's gon cost ya a lil mo' if it come in a ziplock It be Charlay and When And they back on the beat And Jay Coke gon act a fool Cause Yola back on the streets Chorus: So don't come in my face Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass And don't look at me wrong Cause I been known to gon and act a ass He ain't talkin bout work He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass And when I hit the club I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags Don't come in my face Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass And don't look at me wrong Cause I been known to gon and act a ass He ain't talkin bout work He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass And when I hit the club I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags (Thanks to Lil' Steve for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania