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Father Figga [STUDIO]

JT the BiGGa FiGGahuatong
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Yeah, yeah.

My love to the real.

Don't stop.

I was raised in the city by boys with diamonds climbing the benches.

Roller Phillies, we younger minors.

Me, I'll be the one that's only years old.

Crankin' off the hook and doesn't let me score.

It's golden, I was told to put it down and keep it real.

Like three-time crazy young player, up out the skrill.

In this California lifestyle that I live.

Been playin' since happy morning, man, you flushed out real.

Survivin' up in the city is a serious task.

Didn't know what the haters wanna be.

Had time to ask, cause I'm body-bodied like the TRU.

one of the real wrestlers trading dollars to gangsta's ballers

and hustlers too.

Baby youngsters wanna be like you.

You're the father figure of today.

We need to find a better way.

We at the, at the party chillin' cause we ain't no corks.

Some cats is in the back with Macs and gold fronts.

With sacks they post up.

You know we be watchin', thinkin' they got it crankin'.

Player, we got it poppin' now.

Fightin' over dirty work, that ain't cool.

With cats and drop beds and mobs in those schools.

We robbed them old fools, Lord, the mountain scratch.

Respect them young G's, they the ones that strap, you know.

Girl, pal, that's the sound.

Check around.

We hold it down.

It's the super duper.

Yes, the snooper.

Coming through in all gray and blue.

Kicking the game to the players from the Bay.

All over the world and out the UK.

Everybody around me loves Snoop D. Go double to the G. Cause I'm what they love, you see.

I break them, shake them, and I make them, and I take them to the whale.

Leave them in a spell, and I got a little stuff.

Story to tell for all my homies that's locked up in jail.

I kick it till you give it to you for real.

Cause I know y'all dealing with the rails every day.

to get killed ain't nothing to laugh about but some niggas going out so sideways make me wanna get me a bulletproof who ride and slide around town in but yet and still

If I get peeled, my niggas gon' ride forever.

And that's real, ain't no stopping.

We ain't copping, no please.

We spit game for all the real Gs.

They love to hear it.

They love to have it.

They love to take it to the dome.

It's just on.

Mm.

Meanwhile, back in the lab, paper was getting stacked.

Haters was getting mad.

Conflict information exchanged up on the regular.

One day I hear two steps from my competitor.

Catch them slipping because they just been bought.

Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault.

Well, let me open up this bundle of money and shop ahead.

Pulling cables with cups.

New, corrupting young dads in front of chaos.

Man, this game gets thick.

If we're caught up in a trap, we can all get sick.

Inhale shook.

The photo crooked.

Then leave a clue.

Snoop D-O-double G. Tell them what you gonna do.

Keep doing what I'm gonna do with my nigga JT, the bigger figure.

That's my nigga representing Frisco.

In case you didn't know, we blow by like Jerry Rice.

Come back with styles that are oh so nice.

Snoop.

Do your double with a G from the LBC.

You got to have cash to make it these days.

You can make it at least.

A hundred different ways.

I go to the mail and I can get a track.

Make me a beat.

Smoke me a sack.

Roll up some fat ass.

Blaze with my homies in his own like that, y'all.

Facts, y'all.

Moneymakers and facts, y'all.

That's the way it goes down.

back shot side to my loved one

To the niggas in the light.

To the players in the back.

Gangsters, ballers.

and hustlers too baby youngsters wanna be like you

You're my hot love, figure out today.

to find a better way.

gangsters, ballers, and hustlers too.

Baby youngsters, I want to be like you.

You're the father figure of today.

We need to

and ballads and dance the tundra

Baby youngsters, when I'm beating like you, you're a father figure.

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