Lyrics:
on your snap
Why you gotta do me like that
Why you gotta do me so wrong
Baby girl it's time to go home
Aye baby girl grab my hand
I'm about to show you how
(Chorus: Spice 1)
Make me want to holler, throw up off my hands
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
Make me want to holler, wadin' through my life
(It's
trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane
See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just
trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane
See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
get the fuck off my porch and good luck with your trial
Be a man
And sometimes when I talk about it now
I start to get cocky start acting like I'm proud
You're amazing, you're incredible
You've been so good to me
You keep me safe from harm
Lord you saved me and I'm so grateful
From the depth of my
And I am off a good start
And you don't know what's your part
All you do is press restart
In your thirties y'all so smart
I was sixteen yet remarkable
Ran
and only
Gotta keep you close
Girl, I need you
If you didn't know
Girl, I love you
Everytime I Look up
After I close the good book up.
It seems God's over
The time
I'm thinking about keeping this bitch by my side
Girl so fine niggas dreamed they fucked her and lied
But I'm numero uno, the one and only
Bitch
brother's starving, hungry, and sick
Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit
So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
Got no
girl, in fact, I see your grin, now come in, girl
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're the one they adore
girl, in fact, I see your grin, now come in, girl
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're the one they adore
girl, in fact, I see your grin, now come in, girl
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're the one they adore
Motherfuck a free thought and the law
The police wanna get the man
But they gotta shoot my ass dead if they wanna see me fall off
I’d rather chop off my head
need you
Could get it here
My niggas always got it they
Getting it off the pier
You want to last long in
This game well listen here
You keep your mouth
mutual I know it's crucial
In another man hands I swear to God I'll lose you
Same song keep playing in my head
Tryna bring my heart way back from the dead
Let it breathe
Read every line and what’s in between
Wipe it all off man we keep it clean
Stop, let it breathe
Let it breathe
Alright
I might go dumb
Take my hand, close your eyes, 'cause we jumping off the deep end
I need you in my life, girl, I want you
You got everything I want and need
And I can’t
off
My man Murray said
"never take your shine off"
Sometimes I go offline to get these lines off
My crown chakra's like a Chi-town opera
Violence,
barely make it, we got crazy cash
On the movie set me and my homie Baby Bash
Got your girl waitin to get her world shakin
At the Grand American givin
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
in 87 i knew who I was by 89 Yeah
Mr. Sock it to your baby mom
Say she want to sniff it off the dick Oo thats her favorite line Choking in the name
on or gotta stroll home,
Well number one, keep your hand on your gun,
And don't (don't) trust (trust) anyone (anyone, one, one)
Oh, you can't trust nobody
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