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NaturalBornSinner Video (MV)




Performed By: SRTShon
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Jalen McGregor




SRTShon - NaturalBornSinner Lyrics




I get real racist, I need my cup to be the blackest
He started Ramadan, he missing sessions cause he fastin
Buy Amiri for the crib, just get fresh with all the fashion
I might jog but I can't chase you, that shit have me feeling sassy

Gave her 50 for her time, I ain't like how she was gagging
I had said I chew the perc's when she asked me if I'm nasty
Keep it stacks with all the bitches, I can't dog em if they classy
Make a hundred in a week, you might start to see the difference

Count the green or in between, when I see red I end the sentence
Fronted niggas whole pounds, gave em turkey with no question
I made 60 off of 60, split the load and send a message
Mike Amiri for my bitches, off three **** inside the session

I do drugs to calm my nerves, I get high to heal depression
Buy out loads from all the plugs, I'm the reason for recession
Paid my bond, won't sit in jail, I see niggas having problems
Told my cousin he be tripping, he said Shon just let me rob him

Yeah the trenches turned him crazy, I'm like who am I to stop him
Snake your brudda for some money, say he dead, don't know who shot him
Told the driver hit the cup and shit I'll pay you if you noddin Gave my bitch like hella tens cause she a ten
, You bitches sloppy,
Book a room and see the sights
I'm taking flicks inside the lobby
I got love for nasty bitches cause they swallow all the spit
50 M's I mean the boxes, I can't go without my kit

Gettin high inside Suburbans, never thought I'd be this lit

Don't argue with my hoes, say I wonder why she tripping on me
Love the way she looking when she make the noise and spitting on it
This really how I'm living, I fell off and now I'm shitting on em

I can't deal with 40 heads, f*ck I look like splitting little money
Why you asking me about hoes, have me swearing that you Diddy homie
Bitch be coming trim, I still be saying she ain't getting 50 from me
I disappear at night, I be riding around the city lonely
Kick the cup and score, I get some tris and I start sipping on it
Seen a murder in the streets, now he selling EBT
Met a bitch up off the net, she say she from Tennessee
You can see a nigga crash, that don't mean it's gonna be me
And this Hemi on your ass, bet a pussy nigga see
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I get real racist, I need my cup to be the blackest
He started Ramadan, he missing sessions cause he fastin
Buy Amiri for the crib, just get fresh with all the fashion
I might jog but I can't chase you, that shit have me feeling sassy

Gave her 50 for her time, I ain't like how she was gagging
I had said I chew the perc's when she asked me if I'm nasty
Keep it stacks with all the bitches, I can't dog em if they classy
Make a hundred in a week, you might start to see the difference

Count the green or in between, when I see red I end the sentence
Fronted niggas whole pounds, gave em turkey with no question
I made 60 off of 60, split the load and send a message
Mike Amiri for my bitches, off three **** inside the session

I do drugs to calm my nerves, I get high to heal depression
Buy out loads from all the plugs, I'm the reason for recession
Paid my bond, won't sit in jail, I see niggas having problems
Told my cousin he be tripping, he said Shon just let me rob him

Yeah the trenches turned him crazy, I'm like who am I to stop him
Snake your brudda for some money, say he dead, don't know who shot him
Told the driver hit the cup and shit I'll pay you if you noddin Gave my bitch like hella tens cause she a ten
, You bitches sloppy,
Book a room and see the sights
I'm taking flicks inside the lobby
I got love for nasty bitches cause they swallow all the spit
50 M's I mean the boxes, I can't go without my kit

Gettin high inside Suburbans, never thought I'd be this lit

Don't argue with my hoes, say I wonder why she tripping on me
Love the way she looking when she make the noise and spitting on it
This really how I'm living, I fell off and now I'm shitting on em

I can't deal with 40 heads, f*ck I look like splitting little money
Why you asking me about hoes, have me swearing that you Diddy homie
Bitch be coming trim, I still be saying she ain't getting 50 from me
I disappear at night, I be riding around the city lonely
Kick the cup and score, I get some tris and I start sipping on it
Seen a murder in the streets, now he selling EBT
Met a bitch up off the net, she say she from Tennessee
You can see a nigga crash, that don't mean it's gonna be me
And this Hemi on your ass, bet a pussy nigga see
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Writer: Jalen McGregor
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