Mia
Kap G, A Boogie wit da Hoodie
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Squat made the beat Go Grizz! Winner's circle I be paranoid, I gotta keep one in the head I got like 30 on me, this killtec right in the bag I got dirty money, I love it even though this shit is bad I can't let none of these diamonds get into my head And all my friends locked up got caught up in the feds And all my sins washed up, yeah free my nigga Ced I be close to sayin' shit I ain't supposed to say Sometimes I wanna go ghost, I might go MIA Still screaming free the fam, they comin' home now All this ice up on my neck, I got a cold now How you real, you can't even walk through your hometown I'm barely home now, 30 on the road now All these millions my yayo light a sold pound Pussy boy you get no love, you gets no pound Stand 10 toes down My shit is lowdown Racks came four down My niggas kickin' your door down We ain't gon' punt on the fourth down We don't know how we want more now Roll me your blunt like I'm old pounds Straight from the junk, we on now Swear no more go broke now Might do a show in your town Wait 'til I bring that Ghost out I’m on them skates, no Roll Bounce I be paranoid, I gotta keep one in the head I got like 30 on me, this killtec right in the bag I got dirty money, I love it even though this shit is bad I can't let none of these diamonds get into my head And all my friends locked up got caught up in the feds And all my sins washed up, yeah free my nigga Ced I be close to sayin' shit I ain't supposed to say Sometimes I wanna go ghost, I might go MIA I might go MIA, bitches all up in my face I don't go nowhere without my brothers, nigga that's my gang And all the hoes been in my space, just gettin' in the way I got like 30 on my fingers what more can I say And I got 30 on my fingers what more can I say, please I got niggas on the block that shoot from deep like KD Every night they sellin' white, but please don't call 'em Shady I got too much on a fight so please don't try to play me I got too much on a fight so please don't try to play me I got a Beam for the look, already got good aimin' I got a team full of crooks, ain't really gotta look crazy I put beans in the cup, yeah but that's my baby I be paranoid, I gotta keep one in the head I got like 30 on me, this killtec right in the bag I got dirty money, I love it even though this shit is bad I can't let none of these diamonds get into my head And all my friends locked up got caught up in the feds And all my sins washed up, yeah free my nigga Ced I be close to sayin' shit I ain't supposed to say Sometimes I wanna go ghost, I might go MIA I might go MIA I might go MIA MIA I might go MIA
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Written by: Artist J Dubose, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Julius Rivera, Kevin Andre Price
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