paroles de chanson My Window - Gudda Chyld

(Kutta say, fuck them niggas don't even waste your time)
Waaa-aah-aah
You already know what the fuck it is, its Gudda in this bitch ya heard me
Believe that
Cold world, so I had to learn to play for keeps
Say you the company that you keep
So I rather play it one deep, and all I had to do was peep, and keep my ears up in the streets
Just last week, they robbed his potna and killed him with his own heat
Woo, cold world, stuntin like I wasn't wearin' Payless sneaks

Thrift store outfits and I had to pawn my Gameboy just to eat
At 19, I pulled up 24s, three 12s, and leather seats
Used to see the Monte Boys, and was motivated boy, like Tweet
Them grimy niggas in my circle, shit, I had to cut 'em off
And my bitch was fake lovin' on me, so I had to dawg her out

And all them niggas flunkies, graduated, flunkin' out
Missed calls and I hope all of y'all suck a raw nigga dick raw pause
Hope Vonnie lookin' over us, and my brothers, and sister happy
I do this for my momma like Birdman do it for Miss Gladys

Hoes callin', they selves queens, and Mawmaw want me to get married
And all I know is kill the pussy, and send it back in a closed casket
I see y'all talk that hot boy shit, but that shit is in the NOLA
Carry the city on my back, you know I'm a N.O. Xpose it

Can't see me doin' features with some rappers, I ain't gon' hold ya
Just rap over a rappin' nigga, beat just like I own it, uh
Outside my window, a couple of niggas talkin' like they really real
Though what the fuck, I need some friends fuh?
No love, no lost so

Stay on the grind, I handle mines, keep that blick on my side in case we ride
Slyde, sellin' me dreams, I ain't buyin
Kutta say, fuck them niggas don't even waste your time
Been runnin' so long, that finish line

Know you better up that blick in case they cross that side
In my city, could never trust a soul, you just mind your business
All I know is that I'ma lay the truth, you bitches lyin' in it
D12 with no proof, you bitches is non-existent

I'm Uncle Snoop with side missions, know it's a bumpy road to riches
My niggas robbin', no Batman, some niggas is two-faced
Was kickin' and pushin' shit, feelin' like I'm Lupe
Fuck all that he say, she say, I ain't even had to prove shit

Squeeze that Glock until it's empty like it's some empty tube of toothpaste
These niggas in their feelings worst than they monthly bitches, period
Free the guys in the inside, can't get a sentence, but a sentence
And all these hoes just tell your business, ain't no winnin' with these women

I gotta fuck 'em in a telly, cause ain't no tellin' who they sendin', lawd
Outside my window, a couple of niggas talkin' like they really real
Though, what the fuck, I need some friends fuh?
No love, no lost so
Stay on the grind, I handle mines, keep that blick on my side in case we ride

Slyde, sellin' me dreams, I ain't buyin'
Kutta say, fuck them niggas don't even, waste your time
Been runnin' so long, that finish line
Know you better up that blick in case they cross that side