Don't come around again I believe it I believe it Don't come around again I believe it I believe it When a nigga talk dope Damn they'll speak about the truth Damn they'll speak about you When a nigga talk real You won't even know how it feel How you gon' tell me what it is When a nigga say Gotti All that noise from my Maseratti All that noise turnin' up the party All that noise young nigga with a whole bunch of rubbers All that noise young nigga gon' catch a problem When a nigga say no, nigga come and jumpin out the Porsche With a bag full of 50 same court Nigga still I try to fight a gun charge Try to fight a brick charge Lawyer ain't show up in court When a nigga say trial, nigga comin' down with life That's how a nigga really earn his stripes When them niggas say You'll fuck with me like I fuck with him He ain't finna do something right That nigga finna snitch I knew that nigga was a bitch Man I don't owe that nigga one shit Ain't got no heart, man I knew that nigga wasn't rich Should've killed him when he went up that lift When them niggas say bang, nigga they be talkin bout my squad Nigga they be talkin bout my cars When they say white Nigga they be talkin bout brick side Buy that shit off of black card, talk to em Don't come around again I believe it I believe it Don't come around again I believe it I believe it When them niggas say bitch, we don't really mean no harm She ain't gotta be so offensed When a nigga say ho, ain't say you know what you is Shawty you ain't got to be so defenseful Niggas say you bad That's a compliment, not literally Half naked pictures, but you lookin' for a gentleman Instagram your whole life after the pull of trying to get your followers up Sold your soul to the internet Damn, damn right it's a cold world Losing sleep, I'm a little girl Them are right and we gonna like the right Damn sure, ho be do me like oh girl True when a nigga say it like you Niggas sayin what he gon' do? Tell a nigga he a lie, tell him that a real bad bitch get his own so that money can't buy When a nigga say he ballin and someone's title in the desert Not worth closing, it's teasin Ask him if he ring Tell him that your daddy was a real baller He was blowin' money by the seasons Let him know you good, left a couple mil and a whip for you Big burner rays right that'll kill for you Mama broke bad, left a nigga down bad I ain't trippin, don't show I'm still here for you Don't come around again I believe it I believe it Don't come around again I believe it I believe it
Written by: ALEXANDER IZQUIERDO, KENDALL MORGAN, M. MIMS, M RODRIGUEZ
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