Lyrics:
questioning your whereabouts
But fuck 'im, your happiness is all I care about
Another day, another dollar, in Bugatti we ride
A half a million 'round my collar
partners we get money, we eatin'
You talk shit about a real nigga, bitch you must be tweakin'
Don't be worried about my whereabouts
Money all I care about
leave our gifts and bid the family well
And promise them that we will never tell
About the child’s whereabouts
We go back home by different routes
With
Been set-up like a roadblock, can't take a bad fall
Sit up straight, state your name and your birthdate
And your whereabouts last night about eight
firing a Stinger Missile
The Pilot and all passengers are unaccounted for
The President's whereabouts are presently unknown
And he is presumed missing
vauge
As to her whereabouts
Her sister says, "I'm certain
Your romance is headed south"
I don't have a single doubt
That she's still in love
My
the headlights, case niggaz know my whereabouts
Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with life
I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the price
And I'm a nigga who can
found my whereabouts
blaze of glory I would've went out in a shoot out
If I never made it I prolly cock back the iron shoot
myself 9 times get rich or die
Where your whereabouts baby? I care about you lady
And I left you all them letters in your mailbox waiting
And I ain't never plan to be famous
So
What you know 'bout gangsta's art? (Community activists tried to make the city safe)
Feds wanna know my whereabouts
You get a headshot
Go against
my whereabouts, presently
Blending with the masses, now I'm fittin' in society
Hide behind the mask overwhelmed by the anxiety
In the middle
Concerned about your whereabouts
Copy that (do you copy?)
You're acting strange (do you copy?)
So tell me what is going on
It's so heavy I bet
I'm fine
Concerned about your whereabouts
Copy that (do you copy?)
You're acting strange (do you copy?)
So tell me what is going on
It's so heavy I bet
I'm fine
you out
Concerned about your whereabouts
Copy that (do you copy?)
You're acting strange (do you copy?)
So tell me what is going on
It's so heavy I
and your man
Askin' your whereabouts, I gave 'em no leads
For all a nigga know, them hoes fuck with police
No shit, I'm clickin' over, I'ma tell Sos'
out
I got your bitch and she tellin' me all your whereabouts
Loadin' this K, I can't wait to go and spray one out
Uh-huh, I been hustlin' all day
givin' up your whereabouts
Slow leaks, gotta air 'em out
Kill 'em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nigga, ball
Phantom drop head, shit I had to get 'em all
real
See me in the street, rose gold everything
Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
Learning your whereabouts, burners to air 'em out
stress me ’bout my whereabouts
Never seems concerned with other birds that she may hear about
She mind hers, it’s my turn, that shit she barely care
’bout my whereabouts
Never seems concerned with other birds that she may hear about
She mind hers, it’s my turn, that shit she barely care about
Look
How come you got so much cookin'?
Ain't nobody's business but my own
[Chorus]
And you wear the prettiest ties and collars
Whereabouts do you
Nobody's business
Nobody's business but my own
And you wear the prettiest ties and collars
Whereabouts do you get those dollars
Ain't nobody's
the head and
I was moving from them feds
Watching every move and knowing whereabouts
Money I make more, fake hoes don't care about
It's like four niggas try
Been brutally murdered by the Jungle
Posse police seem to be baffled to
The whereabouts of these four suspects
D-Money easily spotted in
Candy burgundy
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