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'Pillow Talk' Lyrics - Gangsta Boo (Ft. 8Ball & Maino)
Here is Pillow Talk Lyrics by Gangsta Boo Ft. 8Ball & Maino

Seen at the crib getting high
Planning on how to get my next check
My life flash before my eyes
My enemies is…
Most of you niggas be imaginary
Friends having pillow talking
Text and hoes, what kind of shit?
If you end up missing then I shall fall
Taking up prisoners is my motto
My brother told me that he’s doing time
Life… I see murder
Damn, I wanna see them niggas shine
If you’re real stab me in the front
If you’re fake stab me in the back
I heard what you’ve been saying foe
Your people called and told me that!
I was kinda shocked
but then I said that’s just how it was to be
I jumped in my car, I went to get a ball
and we hit the streets
I threw my pieces up
I, I threw my pieces up!
You don’t know who know who,
so it’s best to shut the fuck up!

Chorus:
You pillows talking to the hoes
You pillows talking to the hoes
You don’t know who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
You pillows talking to the hoes
You pillows talking to the hoes
You don’t know who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know

Hey, look at you dumb ass, trying to get a chrome ass
Always want some ass with your little bum ass
Nigger you need to go and get your mind right
The next pills got you niggers giving away your whole life
..couple of drinks now you even gave this bitch your social.. number
But tomorrow when you wake up, happy that shit you won’t remember
Your baby momma been all over the city streets
Your name came out of the mouth of so many freaks
Random hoe describing a shit, like they’re little witches.
Facebook and Twitt pic and candid pictured with you
Tipping out, why you sleep without your cash and jewels
You thought she was a… nigga you’re a damn fool!

Chorus:
You pillows talking to the hoes
You pillows talking to the hoes
You don’t know who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
You pillows talking to the hoes
You pillows talking to the hoes
You don’t know who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know

Oh no, we’re sitting in the black…
All black on, I’m messed up
Came with tools, we hammered up
And if you sleep, you wait your ass up
Yes we are, we’re in front of your house
Guess what, we’re about to run in your house
How we know? Nigga you should know
Cause body’s on, you’ll be running your mouth
That’s right boy, that bitch you like
The one you met, you talk to on Skype
I know her too, she cool with boo
I read the text that you sent her, right!
Long hair, big old ass, tattoos Fendi bag
You told.. will you keep the cash
Got them Brooklyn boys came to see your ass!
Frighten dog, what you’re running from?
Never post tell a bitch nothing, dog!
Why you tell her…
That’s why we get you in this…
The same bitch that you’re talking to
The same bitch that wanna come up too
The same bitch that fucked with all the niggers
and get all the niggers just come for you

Chorus:
You pillows talking to the hoes
You pillows talking to the hoes
You don’t know who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
You pillows talking to the hoes
You pillows talking to the hoes
You don’t know who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know
who she know, who they know

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'Bread & Butter' Lyrics - 8Ball (Ft. Cheeto Gambine, Kinfolk Thugs, GK, TMack & Gangsta Boo)
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Keep it so good and for bread and butter never played a game
Niggers be acting, this unattractive pussy look so lame
Niggers are starving so robbing just went up a hundred percent
The cops slippin’ somebody less fortunate gon’ take that shit
Snatch it and pack it and sell it for cheap, nigger that’s straight profit
Nigger that’s bills paid, nigger that’s cash in them pockets
Blame it on Bush, George1 and George2
For all the bullshit there is, brother goin’ through
Bill ass niggers gonna stay the real
Fuck ass niggers gon’ fade with
Hoe ass niggers gonna die of bitches
I’m strapped motherfucker don’t play with me
I’m turned up about my check
Still gettin’ money in my old project
Got two’s on deck
This bringin’ up the sack
I’da made a me like that
I was talkin’ ’bout trap, strap, kickin’ my back
Jumpin’ on the floor with the strap
Got cameras in the front, back, tool in my lap
In this bitch cookin’ up crack
And you see what I drive, I’m high, fly
Ain’t shit a nigger can’t buy
And it’s me and my guys, I ride guy
I get to a bitch right now
Young nigger be Popeye, I ain’t gonna lie
I can see a bitch in your eyes
So I keep that vibe damn right
Imma go hard damn all the time
I’m out here chasin’ bread and butter
I faced a lot of strugglers
Just show this bitch I’m from the gutter
Watch me turn up on these suckers
Turn up

I know some gutter boys
I know some gutter girls
And they all live in the gutter world
I know some gutter boys
I know some gutter girls
And they all live in the gutter world
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter

Gutter niggers don’t clamp in the shoots
Before you wanna plan this heat you better know how the gang goes
I see you servin’ them packs
And I hear you got the cracks
Mother fuck you got to hold them blocks all
But look at me, I gotta eat
I’m tryin’ to get up on my feet
I wanna work ‘em on this bitch with the bank roll
Imma have to let you down, Imma put that on the pound
Don’t frown cuz you know how the gang go
For the breand and butter, you gotta get your brother
Cuz he won’t understand if I come into hand
I gotta feed him and his mother
So let me cut around with all that floss
Nigger I got me a lunch time
Better play low key my nigger, these boys goin’ forward in my lunch line
If a nigger’s gonna eat, you gotta get murk
Then it’s what it’s gonna be
Got a couple niggers on your tinuend true night that I set it up
Force my feet, got a few gutter holes running these streets
Panning that out , playing that beat
If you don’t pound around nigger none of them weak
Playing with their money, watch your ass get beat in them streets

I know some gutter boys
I know some gutter girls
And they all live in the gutter world
I know some gutter boys
I know some gutter girls
And they all live in the gutter world
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter

Born in the gutter
Raised in the gutter
Guess you could say I’m a gutter motherfucker
Don’t play it brown with you motherfucker suckers
No love for a sneeze, no love for a buster
Hustle, nigger, all I know
Hit the bricks, nigger, get that dough
Don’t play no game, I pimp a hoe
Miff a Tennessee nigger with a country flow
This cup and this blunt got me smoke
That bread and butter got me on go
Cuz a nigger from the gutter don’t mean that a nigger can’t go and get that case whole
That bread and butter
That shit make me gut a gutter
That bread and butter
That shit make me gut a gutter
I swear the bread and butter just keep callin’ me
Keep it comin’ out hard like ballin’ G
Pimp the lyrics of a pimp, that’s a part of me
So ruthless, these streets coldhearted me
Livin’ stunt half all the way to Crystal Street
East Side till the nigger rest in peace
See that money make a nigger do crazy thangs
Wanna hang your bang for the chains of fame
Who’s that with that fat man drinkin’ that cognacA
Ready for combat bitches
TMack don’t need no hothead woman
Your ball better take care of order
I’m in the city with killers and thugs who don’t give a damn about sellin’ no drugs
Memphis inside of me
Real niggers ride with me cuz in the heart of the city’s no love
Yea hoe, I’m from Memphis
That owed me cuz you know what that’s likeA
Yea hoe, that shit is cutthroat
No love hoe, we shoot on sight (yea hoe)
Pick that bitch you fuckin’ with
She suck my homie dick Sally
She needed a rent paid week
Fuck about that’s all we hall it
I’m sayin’ no
Ain’t no love in the city when it comes to a weak motherfucker
Tryin’ to act hard in the street
Then we look him in his eyes
Take his money then we leave him in the gutter
I’m sayin’ no
I’m watchin’ the people observin’ your every move
Bitch please make your next move be your best move bitch

I know some gutter boys
I know some gutter girls
And they all live in the gutter world
I know some gutter boys
I know some gutter girls
And they all live in the gutter world
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter
For their bread and butter
They go gut a gutter

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'Throw It Up' Lyrics - Yelawolf (Ft. Eminem & Gangsta Boo)
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[gangsta boo - hook]
i see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit
get the f-ck from round here, you don’t rep my shit
you aint from my city, you don’t know about this
you don’t want that drama you aint ready for it bitch
now throw it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
throw it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
you aint ready for it bitch, throw it up
(yeah hoe) throw it up
you aint ready for it bitch

[yelawolf]
i already got 2 cars on the yard that don’t run
so why would i wanna break shit down for you
better be confused with the punchlines and bars that i launch
here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
the f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you munch
if i’m not hardly the one, you must be barely the one
baby really, you kidding, bitch i’m the prodigal son
and i’m stuntin like my daddy
drinking like my momma
country like my uncles, stuttering like a cd in a ? bump bump bump
and i’m in a blue chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
i aint even shift gears yet, i aint even here yet
i’m outta this earth, right (yeah hoe)
but i just hit the surface
and i’m bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
where the keys?
bitch you better check your purse
i got a brick of herb and i hit this herb? and i’m feeling i might just hit the curb
so get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don’t wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog yelawolf and eminem, shiiit!
suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

[hook]

[gangsta boo - verse 2]
bitch please you don’t wanna step up to this misses
g-a-n-g-s-t-a boo, make a nigga hear his?
i’m up in the building, preaching to my children
i don’t be taking no shit from you haters
you make me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha, na-nani-nah-nah
pick ya face up off the floor, i got you feeling sad now
you be on that ? is bullshit
run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
bitch, i was born on the mississippi river
take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
so so crazy got a f-cked up temper
bi-polar, not nicki i’m worser
i’ll hurt ya
i got a crazy ass mind game
my nigga, i’m a lion untamed
hunt ya ass down in my jungle
i do this, i tell them hoes
you aint ready for it bitch

[hook]

[eminem - verse 3]
me an’ yelawolf tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
you aint got the umph, you’re a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
hello tuts you look so eloquent, it’s what i tell a cunt
come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and i’m tryna tell the cashier what i want
they say i act like an asshole
when i pull up at the white castle
and i ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in her face an’
tell the bitch i’m a rapper, then i wack her in the head with a whopper
that i bought from bk, you expect me to be proper?
bitch you better pop in a cd of me immediately, slut, ho
skidda di da da. prada? nada chance
i was thinkin’ about buying you some clothes
but target was closed so i decided to mosey on over to k-mart
but the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes i thought
great i suppose, so i go to payless but what’dya know
they don’t carry a size 8 in hoes! oh!
this is ugly boy swag, puttin’ toe tags on you mutherf-ckin’ hoe bags
what a trailer trash pioneer?
i am here, that’s why i’m here
i don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a mutherf-ckin’ diary of diarrhea!
me, yelawolf and gangsta boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
middle fingers aimed at you so we don’t gotta scream at you!
oww! i just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
i went to go tell ‘em all to go get bucked
but i’m not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up

[hook]

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