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It's one of them ones, trouble stores everywhere, man
Even in the booth (RTG)
When you come home, it's gon' be your gravy
No real fans or butts, nigga, no maybes
Just the other day, I seen your old lady
Hangin' lil' baby, shit still got me crazy
When you come home, it's gon' be your gravy
No real fans or butts, nigga, no maybes
Just the other day, I seen your old lady
Hangin' lil' baby, shit still got me crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy (you know somebody, man)
Shit still got me crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy (crazy)
Shit still got me crazy
Look, I'm from Chopper City where we live by the gun
Never would've thought that I'd be chosen my son
Never wanted you to do the shit that I done
I heard the fed snatch, y'all was all fucked up
We just was talking on the phone, making plans
Hot me, you, and LeDougie, we'll put it on the ass
Living in New Orleans, bad shit could happen fast
Just know I'm proud you stood up and took it like a man
Yeah, mama, I'm doing good, keep it, still sad
You know what's up with your pops, I'm getting to the bag
I'm putting shit in place, so when you touch your lips
Some days, it's gonna be hard, but really, you ain't missing shit
When you come home, it's gonna be your gravy
No real fans or butts, nigga, no maybes
Just the other day, I seen your old lady
Hangin' lil' baby, shit still got me crazy (shit got me fucked up)
When you come home, it's gon' be your gravy
No real fans or butts, nigga, no maybes
Just the other day, I seen your old lady
Hangin' lil' baby, shit still got me crazy
Look, light a blunt, hope you know somebody in the pen
Gon' pop a bottle, you know a nigga took his lick
Tonight, write a letter, send a cord on some pics
That's 20, 30 minutes, that gon' cost a nigga shit
It mean the world to him just to show you ain't forget it
I swear I know that feeling, that be a real nigga wish
Lack of moral support, I have a real nigga sleep
A real truth, friend will never fuck his nigga bitch
I got the system on my back, G's rootin' for me
Talkin' down on my name, G's shootin' for me
Hot girls hollin' jizzle, still do it for me
My dogs know every month, they got some money, come on, yeah
When you come home, it's gon' be your gravy
No real fans or butts, nigga, no maybes
Just the other day, I seen your old lady
Hangin' lil' baby, shit still got me crazy
When you come home, it's gon' be your gravy
No real fans or butts, nigga, no maybes
Just the other day, I seen your old lady
Hangin' lil' baby, shit still got me crazy
Free my nigga, Plus
Yeah, Free my son, G-Y
What's up, Slugga?
What's up, Mowj?
You'll be home in a minute
What's up, Lil Black? My nigga tired
Tone it down a notch, nigga
You'll be home in a minute
Big bouncer
What's up, Yeyo?
What's up, Step?
Moneo, chill out, bitch
Stop playing
You know what it is
Rest in peace, Lil Bone



Авторы: Christopher Dorsey, Mark Bankhead, Randy Turner Jr., Richard A. Jones Jr., Tracy Lavell Maxwell Jr. Copyright: Bankhead Productions, Payday Tunes, Chopper City Music Publishing, Hip Hopville Usa Music, Payday Empire Music, Payday Tunes (ascap)



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