Walk up in the crib, nigga, know wazzam, I don't even tell him shit Pull up backing foreigns in I'm just comin' through from my back end love
I miss my old ways, f*ck how I used to be It's gon' be a cold case, I find out niggas using me It's gon' be a cold case, can't let no nigga pay with me
Nothin' out of pocket, cause my love was tweak to lay for me All this shit y'all doin' with these bitches, I can never do it How you trust this bitch? She come around and tell your business to me, yeah yeah
Nigga, tell me how the hell I'm wakin' up in hell and I ain't even dead yet Niggas ain't bout their bread, I was droppin' bounced checks with a lead pen
I been counting all these dead faces, what's the point when you got dead friends? Nigga, know I'm big dog, I be feelin' bully, I ain't scared of no man
I sold that weed that made your head spin, I don't trust a soul, I ain't puttin' nothin' past him, treat him like a dead end
Boy, I swore to God, any nigga ever try me, he gon' be a dead man Sold my dog a couple euros, boyI swear to God, he ain't been to Bed since
Walk up in the crib, nigga, know wazzam, I don't even tell him shit Pull up backing foreigns in I'm just comin' through from my back end love
I miss my old ways, f*ck how I used to be It's gon' be a cold case, I find out niggas using me It's gon' be a cold case, let no nigga pay with me
Nothin' out of pocket, cause my love was tweaked to lay for me All this shit y'all doin' with these bitches, I can never do it How you trust this bitch? She come around and tell your business to me,
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Walk up in the crib, nigga, know wazzam, I don't even tell him shit Pull up backing foreigns in I'm just comin' through from my back end love
I miss my old ways, f*ck how I used to be It's gon' be a cold case, I find out niggas using me It's gon' be a cold case, can't let no nigga pay with me
Nothin' out of pocket, cause my love was tweak to lay for me All this shit y'all doin' with these bitches, I can never do it How you trust this bitch? She come around and tell your business to me, yeah yeah
Nigga, tell me how the hell I'm wakin' up in hell and I ain't even dead yet Niggas ain't bout their bread, I was droppin' bounced checks with a lead pen
I been counting all these dead faces, what's the point when you got dead friends? Nigga, know I'm big dog, I be feelin' bully, I ain't scared of no man
I sold that weed that made your head spin, I don't trust a soul, I ain't puttin' nothin' past him, treat him like a dead end
Boy, I swore to God, any nigga ever try me, he gon' be a dead man Sold my dog a couple euros, boyI swear to God, he ain't been to Bed since
Walk up in the crib, nigga, know wazzam, I don't even tell him shit Pull up backing foreigns in I'm just comin' through from my back end love
I miss my old ways, f*ck how I used to be It's gon' be a cold case, I find out niggas using me It's gon' be a cold case, let no nigga pay with me
Nothin' out of pocket, cause my love was tweaked to lay for me All this shit y'all doin' with these bitches, I can never do it How you trust this bitch? She come around and tell your business to me,
I miss my old ways, f*ck how I used to be It's gon' be a cold case, I find out niggas using me It's gon' be a cold case, can't let no nigga pay with me
Nothin' out of pocket, cause my love was tweak to lay for me All this shit y'all doin' with these bitches, I can never do it How you trust this bitch? She come around and tell your business to me, yeah yeah
Nigga, tell me how the hell I'm wakin' up in hell and I ain't even dead yet Niggas ain't bout their bread, I was droppin' bounced checks with a lead pen
I been counting all these dead faces, what's the point when you got dead friends? Nigga, know I'm big dog, I be feelin' bully, I ain't scared of no man
I sold that weed that made your head spin, I don't trust a soul, I ain't puttin' nothin' past him, treat him like a dead end
Boy, I swore to God, any nigga ever try me, he gon' be a dead man Sold my dog a couple euros, boyI swear to God, he ain't been to Bed since
Walk up in the crib, nigga, know wazzam, I don't even tell him shit Pull up backing foreigns in I'm just comin' through from my back end love
I miss my old ways, f*ck how I used to be It's gon' be a cold case, I find out niggas using me It's gon' be a cold case, let no nigga pay with me
Nothin' out of pocket, cause my love was tweaked to lay for me All this shit y'all doin' with these bitches, I can never do it How you trust this bitch? She come around and tell your business to me,
Writer: Jumar Washington
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