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She think I'm off them addys
I can't sit still
I lost my brudda last week
I don't know how to feel
How to switch up the Flo
Because the last one wasn't working
Mama Taught me birds and bees
But couldn't teach me about the serpents
These Niggas can't feel my pain no
No no
Like fuck Praying the storm is over
Bitch, I go pray then go by a rain coat
No no
Like fuck it let the rain poor
What you know about every day
Feel like Ramadan and you ain't eat
And the only paper stacking up
Is the bills you ain't complete
Smiling in my face
While they was plotting in they sleep
Bitch I got it out the mud
I went to designer my cleats
And I know they hate that
Mad you made it heaven
Before you got that hell cat
Like is there a button to kill the fake off
And bring the real back
Where loyalty is rare
And you ain't gotta fake that
Yea
And I'm mad that
I didn't get to tell my daddy thank you
Cause he was running streets all night
Risking his life
Betting on ice
Like it's FanDuel
I was trying to steer you right
You was trying to earn your stripes
I was trying to switch you up
On your angle
I'm the big brudda
I'm supposed to hold you down
How I let you turn into my
Guardian angel
I lost my brudda last week
I don't know how to feel
Niggas switching up the flo
Because the last one
Wasn't working
Momma taught me birds and bees
But couldn't teach me about them
Serpents
These niggas can't feel my pain No
No no
Like fuck Praying the storm is over
Bitch, I go pray then go by a rain coat
No no
Like fuck it let the rain poor



Авторы: Rasheek Bowman Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid


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