Shawty Lo ft. Gucci Mane & Rocko – MVP

New music from Shawty Lo, a shout out to the Miami Heat championship team. This one is called “MVP” and features Gucci Mane and Rocko. Check out the Shawty Lo Mvp Lyrics, Video, and Download here…

Download: Shawty Lo ft. Gucci Mane & Rocko – MVP

Shawty Lo Mvp Lyrics

[Chorus:]
MVP, LeBron James
Burn in peace, cocaine
Ey, ey, out of my parkay
Gonna hunt down the parlay
It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say
Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say

[Intro:]
Got it to the red track
The bank can’t bully back
Dj Holiday, warrup my nigga
Shawty, we’re turned up in here
Bazoon 1 to 6 nigga
Show some nigga a little jay
You smoking titanic
My nigga spy man

[Chorus:]
MVP, LeBron James
Burn in peace, cocaine
Ey, ey, out of my parkey
Gonna hunt down in the parkway
It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say
Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say

[Verse:]
They say I’m dead, show me the gravestone
West side bank it, half a boy home
And we born lo, we can get it nigga
Honey round, but now I’m for mocking nigga
Saw some nice work, got the game fucked up
Fake ass rappers tryin’ to live like us
Dough boy loving all that fake azure
Y’all some twitter gangsters, facebook bullies
MDC, they my young nigga
Nigga tried to hate, but we back nigga
And everything cossa, (cossa)
Cossa Nostra

[Verse:]
Nigga holding us on me, but it’s ok
I make a hundred bills a week
Yeah it’s all fame
Right at the other week, in the monument
Night temple at the biss, nigga home play
Dry hair, pull up on they make up dry they hair
Cut your bitch check the wrist, make her trap her head
Get that rick flatter, better yet dust the rose

[Verse:]
They tried to talk the talk on me, but it’s ok
Bitch we’re the hottest in the street, that what the street say
The bitch mad say we’re cheap, fuck what she said
Them nigga mad ’cause of we, but it’s ok

[Verse:]
He say, she say, we said
Gucci Mane A Weed Head
So many bitches in my room I think I need like 3 beds
He eat it, I beat it, found out she cheated, he heated
He text me, wanna question me ’bout a bitch I deleted
And she put keep on and keep on, you took her all out your people
I feed ’em I lease a refund, you look you love her and call her
I be the fucker and leave ’em, you tellin’ her that you love her
You let that bitch meet your mother, don’t play yourself like a sucker
Remember my homie balla, brothers from different mothers
He said, she said that you said that you all like a couple
She got him in the costal, and other nigga and talker
Can’t hustle the hustle her ’cause I’m bushing her while you coughing