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i sat for two months they couldn t get your boy to tell
damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p
He beat up in the middle of her sleep, broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin, using my ad-libs asking me to take up a flick
Why these niggas leave me to take on these glocks, asking murda why he ain t help why you ain t help bitch, i sat for two months they wouldn t give ur boy a bail
i should let it happen when banga bout to boom him
9 1-1 niggas, you was right there when i was taking the grip, god forgives and i don t
His baby mom fuck that the nigga that work at food town, said something he ain t my dog that s a opp, ghetto dreams of being richer
you was right there when i was taking the grip
But he s a rat and fuck boy runnin its proven, he said how this dick was i fucked you better than ya man
he beat up in the middle of her sleep
400 pounds on her neck choke slam
but they not
We had real talks went his case was getting caught, ain t no balance i need murder on that scale
We had real talks went his case was getting caught, i sat for two months they couldn t get your boy to tell, damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p
Broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin, god forgives and i don t
he said fuck him that nigga ain t make us no money
asking murda why he ain t help why you ain t help bitch
And buy lito a drop 6 and he just laughed, i sat for two months they couldn t get your boy to tell
But he s a rat and fuck boy runnin its proven, ghetto dreams of being richer
Broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin, but they not
I said let s go half, he beat up in the middle of her sleep
I sat for two months they wouldn t give ur boy a bail, he said how this dick was i fucked you better than ya man, but they not
and buy lito a drop 6 and he just laughed
i gotta be cautious while i m prepping for this trial
9 1-1 niggas
Even fake friends left troy went i was shot, he said man it wasn t me it was tax Cha, you was right there when i was taking the grip
Fake nigga went to jail, he asked for bail he said you was moral support, he asked for bail he said you was moral support
he said how this dick was i fucked you better than ya man
Fake nigga went to jail, i mean its only one bedroom where y all niggas live
I sat for two months they couldn t get your boy to tell, nigga you been on my dick, real nigga die
he asked for bail he said you was moral support
And buy lito a drop 6 and he just laughed, nigga you been on my dick, broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin
you a pussy and niggas was fucking ya bitch
Why these niggas leave me to take on these glocks, trife lame wanskta actin like a real brother, but he s a rat and fuck boy runnin its proven