เนื้อเพลง How 2 Make It in America - YG

[Verse 1: YG]
Okay My Name YG And I Came To Play
F*ck, Then I Bust A Nut, N I Aim Her Face
Yeah I'm a Real N*gga, I Ain't Got Time To Fake
The Glock Like A Fan, Ha Blow Ya Mind Away
I'm On My Grind Told My Momma F*ck A 9-5
I Get Money F*ck B*tches That's My Alibi
I'm Laughing in Ya B*tches P*ssy Like Hahahahahaha
But Anyways I'm Getting Paid, Yeah I get It How I'm Living
Treat The Game Like A Spider In My House, I Gotta Get Her
Okay Big D*ck Bandit, Yeah Ya B*tch Know
We Outside Smokin That Indo, And My Momma Bends Em, An My Momma Bends Them
I'm a Keep Young N*gga, N My Momma Frenso
Give Her A Bottle Of Cirroc, N Her [?] Peeled
N If She Ain't F*ckin Throw Her Out The Windshield

[Hook:]
Real N*gga, Real N*gga, I Ain't Ever Lie
Change Hoes Like Channels Got These B*tches Televised
Here That N*gga Puff Puff, Now That N*gga Hella High
An I Can Show You How To Make It In America
How Ya Ride, How Ya Ride, On 24 Inches
Hotel Room We Keep 24 B*tches, yup This How I'm Living
N*gga Ya Never Change The Price, Living Fast [?]

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Uh, A 100 Thousand In The Briefcase, Like I Won A Sweepstakes
Party with Aristocratic B*tches Bring The Cheese Plate
I Really Am This, And It Just Seem Great
Weight Of The World On My Shoulders Till My Knees Break
Give Em' E Pills, Tell Em Be Still
I Got Them Donuts For Ya n They Cream Filled
Got Them Expensive Flows And Extensive Flows
Designer Brands That You Never Own, A Second Phone That I'm Never On
Eating FiletMinOne From Her Resturaunt
And That's P*ssy, And I Prefer Money
Yeah It's Mac Miller YG Fo Hunnid
So Hit My Up With That Dutch To Split
You Mad That Lil White Boy F*cked Ya B*tch
Never Time Ya Better Cuff Yo Chick, Cause She Ain't Ever Gonna Get Enough Of This

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[Verse 3: YG]
Okay I'm Riding Threw The City With The Top Down
That's The First Day Of Summer N*ggas Hot Now
I Got Bars That Put You On Lockdown
This Ain't The Weight Room But My N*ggas Got Pounds
I Hit The Block Then I Bounce
She A Young N*gga Gon', Just Get Yo B*tch Quit Blowing Up My Phone
What The f*ck Is going On, Tell That B*tch leave Me Alone
She Only Good When My Whipper In Her Thong
Okay I Meet A B*tch, Beat A B*tch
F*cked Her Then I leave A b*tch
F*cked Her With The Lights Off She Ain't Even See The D*ck
N If She Looked Bad You Know I'm a Eat A B*tch
Now She All On A N*gga Like Cheetah Print
I'm On Mars N My Flow On Jupiter, Wrist Go Dumb But My Chain Go Stupider
I'm The Sh*t B*tch I Have Yo N*ggas Stupider
Now Heavenly Father Please Protect Me From Lucifer

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