Troublemane - What i love Lyrics

Lyrics What i love - Troublemane



Yea
Troublemane
Bitch
These young niggaz
Shot broad day
They don't let the night fall
Mama say
Streets ain't safe
They'll take your life boy
Daddy say
Don't worry bout the money
Do what you like boy
So I'm doin what I love
These young niggaz
Shot broad day
They don't let the night fall
Mama say
Streets ain't safe
They'll take your life boy
Daddy say
Don't worry bout the money
Do what you like boy
So I'm doin what I love
I fell in love wit the music
I fell in love wit the plug
I fell in love wit the streets
I fell in love wit the drugs
I fell in love wit the dancers
How she moving in the club
I fell in love wit the clientele
How they calling for the drugs
We was some young niggaz
Rapping not knowing
What it was
That one day we could make it
We come from selling dubs
Ten niggaz rapping
In the basement
Playing halo
Rolling up
One thing for sho
Cuzen I got you
Even if it's only us
These young niggaz
Shot broad day
They don't let the night fall
Mama say
Streets ain't safe
They'll take your life boy
Daddy say
Don't worry bout the money
Do what you like boy
So I'm doin what I love
These young niggaz
Shot broad day
They don't let the night fall
Mama say
Streets ain't safe
They'll take your life boy
Daddy say
Don't worry bout the money
Do what you like boy
So I'm doin what I love
This is my life
Imma do what want
Tryn buy me a whip
Wit the trunk
In the front
Remember I hopped
On the train
Wit the pump
I'll smoke me a nigga
He can play if he want
It's money I want
So it's Money I chase
Quit robbing as soon as I
Caught me a case
Remember them tears
I put on your face
Was facing some time
Couldn't sent me away
I was a young wild nigga
Now I'm try
Make your smile bigger
Flowers for ya
While you're still living
Cuss me out
For leaving dirty dishes
Hard headed
You know I'll never listen
Mama said
I was smart enough
To get it
Just gotta work
Hard enough to get it
Ball players
Falling of they pivot
Spin the bend
Hit a bunch of children
Playgrounds turn to war zones
White folks Invading our homes
Insight to what's goin on
Inna ghetto near you
Street nigga play the rear view
Hindsight clear eye view
Hard knocks we been thru
For real
These young niggaz
Shot broad day
They don't let the night fall
Mama say
Streets ain't safe
They'll take your life boy
Daddy say
Don't worry bout the money
Do what you like boy
So I'm doin what I love
These young niggaz
Shot broad day
They don't let the night fall
Mama say
Streets ain't safe
They'll take your life boy
Daddy say
Don't worry bout the money
Do what you like boy
So I'm doin what I love



Writer(s): Christopher Smith


Troublemane - Braille
Album Braille
date of release
13-11-2020




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