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Sidney Seay
Sidney Seay
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Sidney Seay
Sidney Seay
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Trunks Black
Trunks Black
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Rode my bike down the hill There was niggas in my hood That killed Tell the young niggas Stop popping the seals You don't even know How that make me feel Niggas ain't real Bitches ain't real Tell me what's the deal Holding my rod Praying to God I ain't on a pill Pipe down Before your Early exit My mind Is racing I am Restless Chopping and Screwing Ain't no Texas What are you Doing With that Necklace Are you involved Are you invested Why do my problems Be so petty Columbus, Georgia Be the place Where I first Learned to tie my lace I could really be an ace Money will cover my face A nigga like me Got range These days are oh so strange Niggas don't know my pain I was walking through the rain To my niggas locked up You still got luck Pretty much Ain't that much you trust Wisdom is a must. Remember days Walking down the street To the corner store We broke the tree down You know We blew smoke some more My friends and my hood They are dear to me I wanna hug my loved ones I mean literally Ima throw on that designer Straight from Italy You gon remember me You gon remember me Columbus, Georgia Be the place Where I first Learned to tie my lace I could really be an ace Money will cover my face A nigga like me Got range These days are oh so strange Niggas don't know my pain I was walking through the rain
Writer(s): Sidney Emory Seay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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