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Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Come on come on come on

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Come on come on come on

Even if you're Gangsta, thinkin’ you a superstar
talking out your ass, never had no class
hanging out the side your mama’s car
Gitty gitty up Gangstar, errbody know that’s fake fur
It’s understood you bought your cred at the neighborhood ta ta bar
yeahhhhhh

Hanging out with your homies, fakin frontin you got money
Let me educate before I berate ya, my honey pot is not for sale
Yang not yen stackin’ benjamins, seed shooting boys-- need redemption
Cause yes I’m a queen, and all that it brings in search of a man called king

Bulge in your pocket nothin but a locket, time to get a job makin’ profit
You wanna be player, ain’t got a prayer of being in the hustler game.
Check your logic, you’re dumb moronic, sippin’ that grape juice tonic
Thanks in advance, but keep it in your pants, ’cause we won’t be makin’ pla-ans

Even if you're Gangsta, thinkin’ you a superstar
talking out your ass, never had no class, hanging out the side your mama’s car
Gitty gitty up Gangstar, errbody know that’s fake fur
It’s understood you bought your cred at the neighborhood ta ta bar

Don’t waste my time, don’t waste my time, don’t waste my time,
’cause I don’t wanna play your games

RAP :
Otvori mi vrata i pusti me unutra,
Videces me danas ali neces moci sutra
Jer ja dodjem, prodjem, opalim, zahvalim,
Sidjem, obidjem, pridjem, pa se nasalim, ustalim i uvalim
Onda se vratim u visine, sa kojih niko da me skine
Sednem u mece koje se o meni brine
Na taj nacin sto su njegove sve bozje krivine
Tako sto zagrmi i u nebo me vine

Bulge in your pocket nothin but a locket, time to get a job makin’ profit
You wanna be player, ain’t got a prayer of being in the hustler game.
Check your logic, you’re dumb moronic, sippin’ that grape juice tonic
Thanks in advance, but keep it in your pants, ’cause we won’t be makin’ pla-a--ans

Even if you're Gangsta,(I’m a Gangsta)
thinkin’ you a superstar (I’m a mothernifuc Gangsta)
talking out your ass, never had no class, hanging out the side your mama’s car
Gitty gitty up Gangstar, (I’m a Gangsta baby)
errbody know that’s fake fur(I’m a mothernifuc Gangsta)
It’s understood you bought your cred at the neighborhood ta ta bar

Even if you're Gangsta,(I’m a Gangsta)
thinkin’ you a superstar (you ain’t no Gangsta)
talking out your ass, never had no class, hanging out the side your mama’s car
Gitty gitty up Gangstar, ,(I’m a Gangsta baby)
errbody know that’s fake fur (you drivin’ your mamas car)
It’s understood you bought your cred at the neighborhood ta ta bar