(Up yours evil twin)
Ain't too many I love, ain't too many I trust
Thought I was in love, man that shit was lust
Oh my god
Them early mornings I had to catch the bus
(That's that gas, that global high)
Yea bitch, you ain't done telling dem lies?
You done told 'bout three of em
Can't look you in yo eyes
Not the same
This ain't the life that I chose but I can't complain
Nigga said he'll take my life for this chain
He do all that dissing, he just tryna get a name
Won't go back and forth with nobody, I ain't looking for no fame
Nigga doing all that crying on the net
That shit was lame
(Deuxe Made This)
Fly through the night I wouldn't say that I'm hard to find, I'm somewhere switching the vin
Don't tell me no stories about yo baby daddy
I'm just tryna get in
After I sin I try to talk to God
It can't be too late to repent
Why would I tell you about my f*cking problems?
You just gonna go tell yo friends
That shit ain't cool
That shit be lame
That shit for the birds
I swear to God
I don't give a piss 'bout nothin
And I mean nothin
Nigga not even the Tide
High speed chase in a dirty ass car
Hell nah lil brah had to switch the ride
Why you call my phone tripping?
I already told you I don't want no extra vibes
I don't want no extra hoe
Twin said he need some gas
Meet me at the Texaco
Told em I'll be there 'round five but I pulled up 'round four
That shit left me traumatized, why the hell I drop my lo
Left my sister traumatized, shoot out at the dollar store
At the Family Dollar
Man I love the sound of that Scat, love when it hollers
I told Kelo that I got his back through any problem
I told Tray to stay down, we gon be some real problems
Mm mm
Sitting in the back of a Bentley
This I want that black charger, that one that say Hemi
One thing that my daddy told me"You gotta want it to get it"
Dem young niggas ain't a fan of bowling
But they striking all through the city
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(Up yours evil twin)
Ain't too many I love, ain't too many I trust
Thought I was in love, man that shit was lust
Oh my god
Them early mornings I had to catch the bus
(That's that gas, that global high)
Yea bitch, you ain't done telling dem lies?
You done told 'bout three of em
Can't look you in yo eyes
Not the same
This ain't the life that I chose but I can't complain
Nigga said he'll take my life for this chain
He do all that dissing, he just tryna get a name
Won't go back and forth with nobody, I ain't looking for no fame
Nigga doing all that crying on the net
That shit was lame
(Deuxe Made This)
Fly through the night I wouldn't say that I'm hard to find, I'm somewhere switching the vin
Don't tell me no stories about yo baby daddy
I'm just tryna get in
After I sin I try to talk to God
It can't be too late to repent
Why would I tell you about my f*cking problems?
You just gonna go tell yo friends
That shit ain't cool
That shit be lame
That shit for the birds
I swear to God
I don't give a piss 'bout nothin
And I mean nothin
Nigga not even the Tide
High speed chase in a dirty ass car
Hell nah lil brah had to switch the ride
Why you call my phone tripping?
I already told you I don't want no extra vibes
I don't want no extra hoe
Twin said he need some gas
Meet me at the Texaco
Told em I'll be there 'round five but I pulled up 'round four
That shit left me traumatized, why the hell I drop my lo
Left my sister traumatized, shoot out at the dollar store
At the Family Dollar
Man I love the sound of that Scat, love when it hollers
I told Kelo that I got his back through any problem
I told Tray to stay down, we gon be some real problems
Mm mm
Sitting in the back of a Bentley
This I want that black charger, that one that say Hemi
One thing that my daddy told me"You gotta want it to get it"
Dem young niggas ain't a fan of bowling
But they striking all through the city
Ain't too many I love, ain't too many I trust
Thought I was in love, man that shit was lust
Oh my god
Them early mornings I had to catch the bus
(That's that gas, that global high)
Yea bitch, you ain't done telling dem lies?
You done told 'bout three of em
Can't look you in yo eyes
Not the same
This ain't the life that I chose but I can't complain
Nigga said he'll take my life for this chain
He do all that dissing, he just tryna get a name
Won't go back and forth with nobody, I ain't looking for no fame
Nigga doing all that crying on the net
That shit was lame
(Deuxe Made This)
Fly through the night I wouldn't say that I'm hard to find, I'm somewhere switching the vin
Don't tell me no stories about yo baby daddy
I'm just tryna get in
After I sin I try to talk to God
It can't be too late to repent
Why would I tell you about my f*cking problems?
You just gonna go tell yo friends
That shit ain't cool
That shit be lame
That shit for the birds
I swear to God
I don't give a piss 'bout nothin
And I mean nothin
Nigga not even the Tide
High speed chase in a dirty ass car
Hell nah lil brah had to switch the ride
Why you call my phone tripping?
I already told you I don't want no extra vibes
I don't want no extra hoe
Twin said he need some gas
Meet me at the Texaco
Told em I'll be there 'round five but I pulled up 'round four
That shit left me traumatized, why the hell I drop my lo
Left my sister traumatized, shoot out at the dollar store
At the Family Dollar
Man I love the sound of that Scat, love when it hollers
I told Kelo that I got his back through any problem
I told Tray to stay down, we gon be some real problems
Mm mm
Sitting in the back of a Bentley
This I want that black charger, that one that say Hemi
One thing that my daddy told me"You gotta want it to get it"
Dem young niggas ain't a fan of bowling
But they striking all through the city
Writer: Mason Sichalwe
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid