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You Ain't (feat. J. One) Video (MV)




Performed By: Squirlly D
Length: 4:16
Written by: Dale Wade II




Squirlly D - You Ain't (feat. J. One) Lyrics




In the valley, hell hot on 99 in a drop
Bumpin' Tupac screamin' mother f*ck the cops
F*ckin' right I'm on the block all night and bust knocks
Like why the f*ck not? I'm tryin' to get these buck knots
On the Gwap, the hustle in my blood, it won't stop
And it flows through my toes to my f*ckin' dreadlocks
I got bops f*ckin' and suckin' me by the flock
But these chicken head bitches ain't good for nothin' but top
But all that stops when they activate the lock
To that box with the toilet bowl, sink, and a cot
A true stoner, I was in the pen smokin' pot
I can only share a little But I know about a lot
Nigga on the real, I ain't going back to jail
They can take me to arraignment after that I post bail
Lil' Dale AKA Squirlly mother f*ckin' D
You can check my background, I'm a mother f*ckin' G

You ain't no gangsta (Hell nah, f*ck nah)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' fraud)
You ain't no gangsta (You ain't G at all)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' fake)
You ain't no gangsta (Boy you talk to the Jakes)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' snake)
You ain't no gangsta

I got niggas with the K in the backseat and steel nines
Really down to kill a mother f*cker when it's drill time
Put a nigga in the dirt and still feel fine
Steel mind, stone cold killer, you should chill slime
Yup, speaking of slime though where my Bloods at
You see the family first, no one above that
Free Mar, Sinsere and my nigga B
When you niggas touch feet we each rollin' a dub sack
Free my nigga Sandman and my nigga Hands though
My niggas Playboy and Pablo that's for damn sho
You get this type of respect from being a man though
Because really what's a Honda to a mother f*ckin' Lambo
Top notch, yup best in the show
Gangstas make the world go 'round, oh didn't you know
Bro please, your girlfriend sucking my dick
A real G, you f*ck niggas making me sick

You ain't no gangsta (Hell nah, f*ck nah)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' fraud)
You ain't no gangsta (You ain't G at all)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' fake)
You ain't no gangsta (Boy you talk to the Jakes)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' snake)
You ain't no gangsta
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In the valley, hell hot on 99 in a drop
Bumpin' Tupac screamin' mother f*ck the cops
F*ckin' right I'm on the block all night and bust knocks
Like why the f*ck not? I'm tryin' to get these buck knots
On the Gwap, the hustle in my blood, it won't stop
And it flows through my toes to my f*ckin' dreadlocks
I got bops f*ckin' and suckin' me by the flock
But these chicken head bitches ain't good for nothin' but top
But all that stops when they activate the lock
To that box with the toilet bowl, sink, and a cot
A true stoner, I was in the pen smokin' pot
I can only share a little But I know about a lot
Nigga on the real, I ain't going back to jail
They can take me to arraignment after that I post bail
Lil' Dale AKA Squirlly mother f*ckin' D
You can check my background, I'm a mother f*ckin' G

You ain't no gangsta (Hell nah, f*ck nah)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' fraud)
You ain't no gangsta (You ain't G at all)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' fake)
You ain't no gangsta (Boy you talk to the Jakes)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' snake)
You ain't no gangsta

I got niggas with the K in the backseat and steel nines
Really down to kill a mother f*cker when it's drill time
Put a nigga in the dirt and still feel fine
Steel mind, stone cold killer, you should chill slime
Yup, speaking of slime though where my Bloods at
You see the family first, no one above that
Free Mar, Sinsere and my nigga B
When you niggas touch feet we each rollin' a dub sack
Free my nigga Sandman and my nigga Hands though
My niggas Playboy and Pablo that's for damn sho
You get this type of respect from being a man though
Because really what's a Honda to a mother f*ckin' Lambo
Top notch, yup best in the show
Gangstas make the world go 'round, oh didn't you know
Bro please, your girlfriend sucking my dick
A real G, you f*ck niggas making me sick

You ain't no gangsta (Hell nah, f*ck nah)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' fraud)
You ain't no gangsta (You ain't G at all)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' fake)
You ain't no gangsta (Boy you talk to the Jakes)
You ain't no gangsta (You a mother f*ckin' snake)
You ain't no gangsta
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Writer: Dale Wade II
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