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Dear La, Part. 2 Video (MV)






Joe Gang & Yung Zee - Dear La, Part. 2 Lyrics




She said boy you dont be giving me attention
And who is this lil thot up in yo mentions
I seen that nigga in yo phone did I mention
You cant run game baby tell me yo intentions
You said forever baby tell my why you missing
Pull outta couple hunnids she thought I was cripping
Baby know im 2-4 ion know why she tripping
But im still gone get this money while im sipping

Baby I know whatchu on and ian with it
You play hard to get but then be in yo feelings
You call me a dog and baby ion get it
We pull up with big guns baby he can get it
Tell ari I did her wrong yeah I know it
But if she tell me shoot then guess what ima blow it
Im too much just like my father yeah I know it
Way I write down all this pain ima poet
But when it come to all yo love bae I need it
And im sorry that i switched like a season
But you left me ina dark for no reason
Went against the code, baby that is treason
I got bitches in my phone ion need em
Baby gimme all yo love and ima treat em
Baby if im being honest ion need em
If you down to ride then baby ima leave em

Knock his top off
Like a hat
I got more rings then the f*cking pats
Getting to this money gotta watch my back
Cant trust souls yo own niggas rats

Im on a mission to get to the gwaup
I aint f*ckin yo bitch but she givin me top
Ops on my block
Know send shots
Cant trust the niggas
They uncles be cops

I got a lot on my mind rn
Im makin this money so they come around
Only around when its going up
Not when its goin down

Since im gettin money im actin real selabit
Drop 250 on the pants for the hell of it
Remember I was sellin bricks
Know you can the smell shit
I stay pushin this weight like im gettin fit

Pussy boy get in the way you know you gettin hit
Stay with the gang but you know I gotta keep a stick
Boy I wanna be rich
Boy I need it
If I ever gave you somethin you can keep it

I got the glock so i advise that you hush
Please dont lie just keep it a buck
Been broke too long so im in a rush
Off this gas now im big stuck

Im coming for mine
Im coming for yours
Ima get you finished like you a chore
You can come shop like im a store
You stay flexing but you know you poor

I got all these racks in my pockets
These niggas stay pocket watching
Harden the way im strapped with the rocket
I will pop it

She said boy you dont be giving me attention
And who is this lil thot up in yo mentions
I seen that nigga in yo phone did I mention
You cant run game baby tell me yo intentions
You said forever baby tell my why you missing
Pull outta couple hunnids she thought I was cripping
Baby know im 2-4 ion know why she tripping
But im still gone get this money while im sipping
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She said boy you dont be giving me attention
And who is this lil thot up in yo mentions
I seen that nigga in yo phone did I mention
You cant run game baby tell me yo intentions
You said forever baby tell my why you missing
Pull outta couple hunnids she thought I was cripping
Baby know im 2-4 ion know why she tripping
But im still gone get this money while im sipping

Baby I know whatchu on and ian with it
You play hard to get but then be in yo feelings
You call me a dog and baby ion get it
We pull up with big guns baby he can get it
Tell ari I did her wrong yeah I know it
But if she tell me shoot then guess what ima blow it
Im too much just like my father yeah I know it
Way I write down all this pain ima poet
But when it come to all yo love bae I need it
And im sorry that i switched like a season
But you left me ina dark for no reason
Went against the code, baby that is treason
I got bitches in my phone ion need em
Baby gimme all yo love and ima treat em
Baby if im being honest ion need em
If you down to ride then baby ima leave em

Knock his top off
Like a hat
I got more rings then the f*cking pats
Getting to this money gotta watch my back
Cant trust souls yo own niggas rats

Im on a mission to get to the gwaup
I aint f*ckin yo bitch but she givin me top
Ops on my block
Know send shots
Cant trust the niggas
They uncles be cops

I got a lot on my mind rn
Im makin this money so they come around
Only around when its going up
Not when its goin down

Since im gettin money im actin real selabit
Drop 250 on the pants for the hell of it
Remember I was sellin bricks
Know you can the smell shit
I stay pushin this weight like im gettin fit

Pussy boy get in the way you know you gettin hit
Stay with the gang but you know I gotta keep a stick
Boy I wanna be rich
Boy I need it
If I ever gave you somethin you can keep it

I got the glock so i advise that you hush
Please dont lie just keep it a buck
Been broke too long so im in a rush
Off this gas now im big stuck

Im coming for mine
Im coming for yours
Ima get you finished like you a chore
You can come shop like im a store
You stay flexing but you know you poor

I got all these racks in my pockets
These niggas stay pocket watching
Harden the way im strapped with the rocket
I will pop it

She said boy you dont be giving me attention
And who is this lil thot up in yo mentions
I seen that nigga in yo phone did I mention
You cant run game baby tell me yo intentions
You said forever baby tell my why you missing
Pull outta couple hunnids she thought I was cripping
Baby know im 2-4 ion know why she tripping
But im still gone get this money while im sipping
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Writer: Joseph Jackson, Zane Slack
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