paroles de chanson Guilty By Association - JAYYBILLS

(Yea, yea, ye-yea yeah)
(Ye-ye-yea, ye-yea yea)

Prayin' I see Saturday
Tryna stop thinkin' bout the weak days
Graduated out them streets
And then he passed 'fore he could see the stage
He went from on that block to cell blocks
Just tryna earn a living
Same place he used to put his fye
The same place his patna urn sittin'

Nigga got hit with that body
He ain't kill 'em (He ain't kill 'em though)
He got murked on a robbery
But you was right there with him (You was right there with him though)
His ex went to the other side
And turned Malc in the Middle (Malc in the middle hoe)
Them steppers on the winning team
Gon' blick her dumbass and him (Both of them)
I say make it worth my while
She hold that pussy up for ransom
Really not my bitch
But we ain't never had no friendship
And she work the pole, one on my hip
One in her purse, just cause I can't slip
Dead or in jail
That's that shit that I just can't feel (Yea, yea)

How bout I beat that pussy, go to sleep and take a catnap
If I said it on my song
That's how you know it ain't no cap rap
Know them boys think with they dick
Caught 'em fake page on the BLK app (B-L-K)
Or I log in his hoe Snapchat
She submissive make her tap out (Make her uh-uh)
'Member banging on that door to get my cell popped
Jail be traumatizing too
But you ain't been through shell-shock
Every time I been behind that wall I knew that I would bail out
Ain't talk since we fell out
Really ain't got shit to tell her (Brrrrt)
She just call to get her nails done
It was hands before we had guns
Niggas blicked up because they scared to shoot the fair one
He took his patna on a lick and he got killed
So charges fell on him
He call him his twin demon
He can't wait to be in hell with him
(Damn)

Nigga got hit with that body
He ain't kill 'em (He ain't kill 'em though)
He got murked on a robbery
But you was right there with him (You was right there with him though)
His ex went to the other side
And turned Malc in the Middle (Malc in the middle hoe)
Them steppers on the winning team
Gon' blick her dumbass and him (Kill both of them)
I say make it worth my while
She hold that pussy up for ransom
Really not my bitch
But we ain't never had no friendship
And she work the pole, one on my hip
One in her purse, just cause I can't slip
Dead or in jail
That's that shit that I just can't feel (Yea, yea)