grouptherapy. - day in question. paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson day in question. - grouptherapy.



Where were the two of you on the day in question?
Well, I was at home at the time
I just finished cooking
I sat on the sofa for my little show at the time
The news interrupted
Some niggas was bussin' and robbing a store at the time
Okay, it was more than a store
The reporter said it was like four at the time
And that's when I noticed the crime was a little inaccurate
Yeah, we were at homе at the time
See, I heard thеm niggas was big news (uh-huh)
I heard them niggas was big rude (uh-huh)
Funny, they wasn't even big dudes
I heard they pulled up to Capital Records
Disguised with that janitor broomstick
Demanded a milly in racks in the back of an Acura
2002 shit
At least that's what the dude on the news said (uh-huh)
CCTV didn't see a move that the two did (uh-huh)
Let alone a car, it was useless
They already fled to the Roxy
Pushed a little Instagram singer off stage
Screaming "Who the fuck can stop me?"
Them (uh-huh)
Cause I was still back at the cribbo (uh-huh)
Bumping this lil' instrumental
Dee Lilly dummy with mental (okay)
I'm chasing money, subliminal
I know I proved that I am too smooth
But I do not hang out with criminals (nah)
If I were to do it though
I could barely guarantee that you would know
If we were speaking hypothetically
I'd be a dog like pedigree
I'd hit the hills like Beverly
And I'd rob, steal like heavily
I'd prolly hit Samantha, Amanda
Mandy and her auntie in Atlanta with the phantom
And that ransom would be handsome
I mean, damn, son
Woulda been smoking on OG
Make the police put they hands up
Try to run it high, gotta improvise like a Corey
Got his ass like "No, please!"
Call a hound, make him bite down
Like a lil' child when they grow teeth
Clean it up 'fore I proceed
The proceeds go to my OGs, Pro Tools
Some dope weed, some more food
And a Rolly for my bro, too
The bro feet, the bro shoes
Some floaties for my old dude, it's a
I don't need those
You sure do, wit ya broke ass (yeah)
So true, nigga, no cash, no bread
No lettuce, no Whole Foods
No growth, no GMO
Lemme spell it out: IMO
In love with the money like Nemo
I'mma find me a dollar like Nemo, yeah
I was at home at the time
Watching the TV and hard to believe me cause
I was at home at the time
Alibi squeaky and hard to believe me cause
I was at home at the time
You may not believe me, but you couldn't see me cause
I was at home at the time
Wait, who told you I was involved?
I was at home at the time
Watching the TV and hard to believe me cause
I was at home at the time
My alibi squeaky and hard to believe me cause
I was at home at the time
You may not believe me, but you couldn't see me cause
I was at home at the time
Wait, who told you I was involved?
I was at home at the time



Writer(s): Dee Lilly, Tyson Coy Stewart, Tyrel Jackson Williams, Jadagrace Michiko Gordy-nash


grouptherapy. - there goes the neighborhood.
Album there goes the neighborhood.
date de sortie
30-10-2020




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