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    Master P / Lyrics

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    "Bout Dat" Lyrics

    Master P feat. Silkk The Shocker

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    [Silkk the Shocker]
    Niggas hear this
    I want niggas to mug niggas
    Like, what you lookin at?

    [Master P]
    Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce
    When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me
    Bounce wit me, bounce wit me.. c'mon bounce
    When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me

    [Chorus 2X: Master P]
    Bentleys and Hummers; lil daddy, we bout dat (VROOM, VROOM)
    Whodi, ice on our mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!)
    Block parties in the projects; souljas, we bout dat
    Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat

    [Master P]
    Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D and Ghetto Postage
    Homey don't touch the weed, lil whodi, and don't smoke it
    Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; I doubt dat!
    Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout dat!
    A thousand fuckin grams, lil whodi, I got dat
    Goin for sixteen five, you want it then holla back!
    We in the project livin nigga, rollin with my boyz
    Hustlin on them rocks, but we strapped wit dem toyz
    You come up fakin and frontin
    You get your wig split nigga
    Live by the knife
    Whodi die by the trigga
    We be runnin dem blocks
    Duckin Dodgin dem cops
    Slangin tape till they pop
    And we gon' ball till we drop (Ya Heard!)

    Chorus

    [Silkk the Shocker]
    All they can say is, when they see us be like, that's them bastards!
    Silkk and P equals dope, come on that's simple mathematics
    Niggas wanna be more, famous then rich
    Now I might hang wit a chick or just, hang in the bricks
    Nuttin polite, opposite of nice, gangsta shit
    You ain't never seen 2 or more niggas, gangsta then dis
    See we right where da block at
    Right where da spot at
    Right where it's hot I mean
    Right where the cops at
    Ball 'till we fall, never gon' stop dat
    Do what we done, come on, never gon' top dat (Ha)

    Chorus

    [Master P]
    Fool kid nappin papers nigga, we bout dat
    No Limit'stuntin 'n frontin lil daddy, I doubt dat

    Ride me out Silkk

    {Silkk's voice sound effects)
    Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm!
    Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm! Eeeerrrr!
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Roba Music, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Calvin N Broadus, Tracey N Davis, Michael A N Elizondo Jr., Nathiel N Hale, Danny Elliott N Means, Percy N Miller, Keiwan Spill.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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