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Kendrick Lamar - They Be On It Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Brick Squad
What up, Jay Rock?
Eastside in this motherfucker, man
Shout out to [?] man
[?]
Turn up

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I keep them big ol' 26's on deck
Stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it, oh, whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar, yes
Two seater, stick shift like some turbo jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on it, oh

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
I pull up on them hoes, roll my windows down
Let my music out, four 15s shake the ground
Smoking on that medical, sipping on some medicine
Top Dawg letterman, she wanna ride, I let her in
She sеxy than a motherfucker, plus, she brought hеr best friend
I guess that's a two for one, party at the Weston
Five star suites, bottles everywhere
Wanna fuck a star on the moon? I could take you there, biatch
I got a swagger of Mick Jagger
If you want her, you can have her, I done had her, we done had her
They be shooting at my ladder 'cause I’m standing on a pedestal
She gon' give me good head just cause I’m ahead of you
Jay Rock, flyer than Hancock, no shit
I’m a king, fuck a prince, I don’t know no Will Smith
I don’t owe you niggas shit, I’m a self-made nigga
Ain’t that’s why your bitch let me fuck on her for days nigga?
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I keep them big ol' 26’s on deck
Stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it, oh, whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar, yes
Two seater, stick shift like some turbo jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on it, oh

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
They like damn Gotti, you killing it
My [?] like an immagrent
Really love America, swag just ain't feeling it
Clothes come from Italy, [?] like the Kennodys
Middle of the hood, shirt off, sipping Henisy
Juug in [?] percentages
85 percent with no [?] parentheses
[?] must I mention it
Ryms kinda interesting, Forgiato 30 intch
I just want some head, shawty said that ain't intimate
We don't need no [?] we [?]
Monica Lewinsky, she the one that sucked the president
Cocaine Gotti, I'm just tryna [?] my [?]

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I keep them big ol' 26’s on deck
Stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it, oh, whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar, yes
Two seater, stick shift like some turbo jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on it, oh
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got a fast car, Nastcar, pop and lock [?]
Paint pussy wet, 24 but I'm a vet
Finger fuck my ryms, riding new 2010
Got me fucking on my girlfriend friend
Big ass ryms with the deep dish chrome [?]
[?] yellow [?] you [?]
[?] just to feel the L.A. breeze
Blowing on some OG gas, [?] kiss my ass
[?] face card [?] L.A., but [?] gotta pass
I came a long way from broke, selling weed, pills and coke
[?] for life, fuck you, you can die twice
Gamble with your life, pussy nigga, roll them dice
Waka Flocka!

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I keep them big ol' 26’s on deck
Stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it, oh, whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar, yes
Two seater, stick shift like some turbo jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on it, oh