Hotboy Wes – Master P Lyrics

Hotboy Wes – Master P Lyrics

(Drvmlord)

 Run up my business, momma proud of me (Proud of me)
All of them niggas that doubted me (Doubted me)
The lick that we hit like the lottery
The come up that come from the robberies
Shit on these niggas ’cause they the ones doubted me
Shit on these crackers ’cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can’t get it out of me
I’m finna trap, go to rappin’ like Master P
Make ’em say, “Uh, uh” (Phew)
Glock with a drum, uh (Fah, fah)
Go run up a bah-bah (Bah)
Which set are you from? Uh (Where you from?)
You don’t want no problems
Backwoods, my goncho
Glock 9 a bundle
I’m from the jungle
I use to trap with the robbers on Breezeway, I make a lot through a speed chase (Skrrt)
Federal unit pursue on the freeway, they turn that bitch to a fee change (Ayy, come here)
Don’t follow directions, I come from a section where we gon’ go fetch it like each way (Each way)
Every bitch lookin’ like I’m a sweepstakes
I’m the chosen one, nigga, cheese cake
Nigga, hold your tongue, that’s a G-way
Got a stolen gun and a bool with me
My phones on like a DJ on replay, and I ain’t have no father figure
I was in the trenches, the street way, and before they drop that iPhone, had the Glock on on a prepaid (Prepaid)

 Run up my business, momma proud of me (Uh)
All of them niggas that doubted me (Doubted me)
The lick that we hit like the lottery (Lottery)
The come up that come from the robberies (Robberies)
Shit on these niggas ’cause they the ones doubted me
Shit on these crackers ’cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can’t get it out of me
I’m finna trap, go to rappin’ like Master P
Make ’em say, “Uh, uh” (Uh)
Glock with a drum, uh (Fah, fah)
Go run up a bah-bah (Bah-bah)
Which set are you from? Uh (Where you from?)
You don’t want no problems (Nuh-uh)
Backwoods, my goncho
Glock 9 a bundle (Ha-ha)
I’m from the jungle (Main Street)
Haha, ha, I rock with that