ALIBI/NEW YORK CITY LOVE LETTER
TruRebel Migs
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Shit gon' having Shawty upstairs hearing me Huh F*ck around n snake me, I'll cut your head off & pass my bitch the knife (Truuuuuuu) Yu Herd Yeah In this world there's many women Dirty girls, they act clean We lack queens Trap queens, black queens Its home bodies on the scene, shit Down to earth, white clean kicked Heaven sent, she still wit the shit Baby sneak n link a bit Won't you skirt this quarter brick I been swerving with the grip, ugh Dirty drawers I keep my shit Ambidexi with the switch White n green against the Knicks Rappin' tryna sell these tix Jason Tatum off the pick I been ballin' with the bigs Mally Crawford with the flick Might just Press up the wrist Right hand stir the chicken Other hand steer the whip Niggas I get money with Same niggas cut this shit Barber chair he cut my shit Slimey niggas hit a lick Other niggas gotta ditch Other niggas talked to pigs Caught a bid n let it rip Top 5 with the spit Ain't nobody fuckin' with Antibodies I been sick Gonorrhea n the siff Put the vocals on n shit (cough) Check check check check Ain't no love in the city You Herd Shittin' me Lose a big chuck, f*ck around Lose myself tryna build you up Tru Tell me you don't think about me Tell me you don't think about me, yeah yeah Tell me you don't think about me Tell me you don't think about me, yeah yeah Tell me you don't think about me Tell me you don't think about me, yeah yeah Tell me you don't think about me Tell me you don't think about me Gimme a project chick Gimme a hood rat chick One that don't give no fucks Know you seen all this drip She could get all this dick Long as she don't play no tricks Used to hold all my drugs N you hid all my grips Yeah Giving up on love cuz of you All I need is God n the truth Man I swear to God Im the truth N I feel like God in the booth Rolling with my dawgs running loose Up in Jaguars like its cool Got a couple strippers coming through Got em' screaming God in the coupe, yeah Tell me you don't think about me Tell me you don't think about me, yeah yeah Give me top in your lobby On the roof in your projects, yeah yeah Tell me you don't think about me Tell me you don't think about me, yeah yeah All these hoes know about me Come n link me in private Gimme a project chick Gimme a hood rat chick One that don't give no fucks Know you seen all this drip She could get all this dick Long as she don't play no tricks Used to hold all my drugs N you hid all my grips, yeah
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