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The rain Sunshine and rain ... I need a bigger bag make it rain like fat joe They call me out my name; Sayin I'm asshole Apart of all my habits I been superficial swaggin Perkies got her perky; Tryna swing the basket Tryna book a vaca out in Calabasas She say she ain't been inside a mansion Take her to my friends crib just to get a feel for what it is, I ain't never own a house I been too busy on the strip Book a hotel in the pent, Just for a week that's how it is I never trust a op Just like a woman with her kids VVS's bought a purchased and they robbed me Now I'm back and better Ricky Bobby I'm moving like I'm rocky She loving that I'm ocky Laid up on my chest Fell asleep, I got the sloppy Hoods my motivation singles dribbled Hit the lay I got an and 1... Bitch ain't got to tell me I know im mf handsome They would like to take in and put me up for Ransom Damn son You are not answer If they try to try me It go pop pop, Had the spin the block and get a third shot I ain't got no options make the body Drop, Drop Playing with the hood You getting M.O.P That's murder on spot Circling the block have ya block knocked out Haters focused on the game til' the shots pop out In the city still rollin with the drop top down I been way too in my thoughts Not clout (... I be) Circling the block have ya block knocked out Haters focused on the game til' the shots pop out In the city still rollin with the drop top down I been way too in my thoughts Not clout (OH!) I'm just tryna find a way into the business Folks could never mind they business In the middle of the summer Got a bunch who witnessed Focused, procession Im tryna break my bad habits... I don't know... Following my steps i wouldnt recommend I aint have a choice and i aint have a friend... But im going to take to the end couldnt comprehend How many who broken-up the bonds tried to make amends... Truth is you can have that With some more waste time... Take it up with the grape vine If its war then its war In the blue mist of the night Sattle up cause i got time... They said to spin the block now we really outside... We could care less about the drive... Oh now i bet them po' boyz they wanna hide... Too late and now the gang bought to put em in the light... Circling the block have ya block knocked out Haters focused on the game til' the shots pop out In the city still rollin with the drop top down I been way too in my thoughts Not clout (I be...) Circling the block have ya block knocked out Haters focused on the game til' the shots pop out In the city still rollin with the drop top down I been way too in my thoughts Not clout ... I would rather die Than never finish what I've done ... If this is who I am Then I like who I've become ... I am not to change on anybodies Thumb ... The streets don't play man Dying by the gun...
Writer(s): Da-quan Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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