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When you the song (Feel me) you cry? (Uh, all real, baby) you know you wrong (You you wrong) Will you cry? Will you (Holla)
Yo, say (Sup) To Mr. gon' be shit Get a job, get your kids for Easter Knowin' I just came home ain't got nothin' to eat
Bitch, line Hoe drove me outta my mind She like, I knew before I lay down and slept with him (Slept him) Now she wish that she could with him (Sleep him)
Take a with him Wanna creep him (With him) Roll him (With him) And to a freak on him
Ain't no patience with him when the ceilin' leaked on him on him but I'm a boss, baby, you crossed the line No orders go to hit all your girls From the bed to the tub, to the ceilin' Killin' the world,
When you the song Will you (Make you cry, don't it) 'Cause you know you (It's all good, baby, don't even about it) you cry?
When you hear the (Life on ya know) Will you (But I got some others issues, the address, but it ain't you) 'Cause you know you (Uhhh) you cry?
I ain't big but you dead wrong coulda scrapped it out He was known for shootin' the toola packin' the chrome He was known for the hoops up
hustle nigga grind (Grind) To get his and boots up At the summer league, game D, rough And the summer heat had y'all niggas feelin' like y'all so tough
Wrong words, couple of shoves, park full of Had his all in your mug How you roll with pride in your way? You drove with .38 to the place where he stay
Said, say hi to the gates and scrolls Now I pop beers, reminisce with bro You can't make it to the And niggas make it to the jail, shed a
When you hear the Will you (It's up, man) 'Cause you know you (How you go out you locked up) Will you (How you run a lie)
you hear the song (Can you dig?) Will you 'Cause you you're wrong (But I got one person to address) you cry? (I ain't forget you ol' girl, I remember)
Oh, Who it be, Ms. Lee You know this nigga ain't harder, Freeway L.Pridgen
Shit you to tell me, make me wanna work harder At gettin' spots, sent me to prison Said I'm never be a thang So I listened and skipped
Had them thing Fuck class, on the all day My was choppin', baggin', dividin', addin', the math How my gonna tell me I'm dumb Had me feelin' a sore thumb
Clown of the (Uh) I got graded, most with guns But now I made it to the life, couldn't make it to the If nigga chew your ear, that's an, oh, for you to hear my ass
When you the song you cry? 'Cause you you're wrong (You you wrong) Will you
you hear the song (Feel me) Will you you know you wrong Will you
This is to all, all the motherfucker out there You, you, and you motherfucker who did wrong All y'all out there what else y'all gon' do something (The ignorants) Or is something wrong right now You know you (Don't you cry)