Текст песни Where Y'at - BeezyOnDemKeyz

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(Beezy-Roll-A-L)

Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All the real hustlers
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All about a customer
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All my kings to the front
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All my queens to the front. Where y'at?

Ayy, I gotta get this bag, gotta get it fast
You know I gotta watch my back, I could never lack
I been in a few situations, and I can't make the same mistake
I'm a future king, sitting back eating grapes
So they make me king to be, gon' and be down on me
Right now they down on me, just wait until I get my seat
I was down bad, but I had to do the math
I was on course and all I had to do was (crash)
You ain't get it, crash courses, Ion't force shit
And I don't sit back if I ain't scorching
Lucky I ain't have to hop off that porch shit
But I know a couple niggas had to score shit
Had to sell a couple rocks just to get a pot
Everybody gotta piss even when life's hard
Ain't no time for whining, when your life declining
Gotta make a couple moves so you get to shining

Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All the real hustlers
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All about a customer
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All my kings to the front
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All my queens to the front. Where y'at?

Ayy where my independent women all about her spinach
She don't need nothing from a nigga except for good dickin'
A real hustler for customers and always get it done
Ain't have to sell a body just to get funds
But might take a nigga funds cause it's just fun
Fly to Florida cause she just need a lil' sun
Bag full of cash and some cards like she just won
Living life to the fullest, cause it's just one
Born alone, die alone, kinda sucks some
And when you're dead and gone, others gotta move on
Reality of how it goes so do yo thing bro
Do what you gotta do to keep your self-esteem bro
I'ma chase a bag and be a king, bro
I'ma keep putting on shows like King Cole
Where them real ones at, that never let them see you sweat
Beating all the obstacles and looking like, what's next?

Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All the real hustlers
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All about a customer
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All my kings to the front
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
Where y'at? (where y'at)
All my queens to the front. Where y'at?

Where y'at
Where y'at
Where y'at
Where y'at
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Where y'at