Lyrics

Where the niggas run, I go hard Jerimiah turn that shit up Remember back then baby girl I was so lonely Now these nigga buggin' keep on actin' like they know me Is you top ten? Baby girl you gotta show me I liked it back then, way before when they ain't know me Girl, they said I wouldn't be nothin' Aye, now I turn nothing into something Said I wouldn't be shit now they frontin' Aye, girl they said I wouldn't be nothin' Aye, yeah, I know these nigga hate me They wanna see me down give a fuck if they replace me I'm lookin' like your problems cause you never wanna face me I'm in a V12 bet these nigga won't race me Aye, girl you lookin' kinda fine But baby let me ask you right before I make you mine Are you playing games baby, would you waste my time? Why you always choosy baby just make up your mind Aye, girl I like the way you shake it The way you looking at me girl I love when you get naked Remember late nights with the homies I was wasted Brodie in the rental so you know we had to race it I got love now a nigga making money All of a sudden all these bitches wanna love me Why you laughin' brodie? I don't think it's funny On the real she so sweet just like honey Aye, it took a lot to get my bag I was taking L's had to get up off my ass Young reckless nigga in the streets doin' bad I was never worried and on the real it make me mad Aye, I would pray to God just to get me out the struggle Niggas talk like hoes tell 'em go and get a muzzle I was down bad tryna figure out a puzzle I ain't talkin' games, I was tryna get a hustle I was tryna get a life I'm done doing wrong I'm just tryna get right I'm tryna get jiggy put some Henny in my Sprite This three gram wood really got me feelin' right Aye, I'm a ghetto baby really came up from the streets Coming from the hood and I put up for the V's Rollin' in the Beamer and I'm clutchin' on the heat It's really Lil Maru who be saucin' on these beats I'm from 619 and I came up from the mud Drugs in my brain THC in my blood I'm a stoner nigga don't love nothin' but the bud But I like to brag tell that bitch to give it up And I think she really love me 'cause my homies carry bankrolls They be pushing work on the real we gettin' payroll Feds was looking for me so you know I had to lay low I ran off on the plug run it up because I say so I be off the drugs really get me in my feelings Thinkin' about my life while I'm zonin' at the ceiling We was tryna get it so we get it out the dealing I was serving junkies I ain't had to do no stealin' Ay, ay, ay, ay, I ain't had to do no stealin' Ay, ay, ay, ay, uh ay, ay
Writer(s): Diego Macias, Jeremiah Matsumoto Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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