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I Swear (feat. Lul Timm)
Quando Rondo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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(Cxb, know he go crazy) Man, this shot crazy I can't even go to sleep without my baba at the head of the bed, man (Nah, for real) Huh, Dro lovin', late nights, gun bustin' One hundred, straight thuggin', all of it Uh, keep it tight, gun huggin', no tustle Street life, married to the hood only My co-defendant folded on me, I can't even trust myself He in the cell with no money, gettin' sicker in that cell I get that picture they don't love, I'm feelin' like, "Nah, for real" My lil' nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill I swear, I swear that the gang keep flowin', sippin' all the pain [?] I swеar, I swear that the pain keep showin' but he nеver act like hurt All these bodies on my conscious, how crazy, catch him walkin' out a party Hop out, walk him down Baby, I got cheddar on my noggin, my revolver out Lasers, I got stretches, I got coffins at my mama house They praise them all on Dida I been thuggin' at my grandma house Bodies, I got plenty, they won't go away Top Shotta, I got plenty, no way, hosay Plenty cases I done beat, who your lawyer? I'ma pay them Undefeated in these streets, I know they plottin' just to take him Ashes, ashes, wanna take my life Took a gamble, everytime I'm goin' up, like, woah Caskets, caskets, come and take a ride Before I let 'em catch me slippin', I'll do time in the hole You know what? Timmy, it's time to figure out the day vouch for what real They gon' vouch for a dollar bill But, shit, we ballin', it ain't no, "I" in team It's an, "E" in, "When," also, it's a, "E" in "**** 'em" Oh, damn, they playin' and they takin' my soul Off in that water, they got to know I'm wet Don't [?] I'ma hit 'em with a big .38, know I keep a semi Got plenty money, known for whackin' niggas, you ain't ****in' with me With this chrome jack 'til your death, I sleep myself, don't lay me down Pussy ass boy, we smoked on him, keep real, he weren't even strong They know that we pop shit, tell 'em, "I make pain songs" When you weak, gon' get they top peeled, tell they mama they ain't goin' home Spin 'em all, **** the industry because my money long Tryna put you straight to sleep, but, type of time you on Dead body don't need a home Why? Bitch, 'cause they so gone For years they plan on zippin' me, for years they been gettin' rolled on My co-defendant folded on me, I can't even trust myself He in the cell with no money, gettin' sicker in that cell I get that picture they don't love, I'm feelin' like, "Nah, for real" My lil' nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill I swear, I swear that the gang keep flowin', sippin' all the pain [?] I swear, I swear that the pain keep showin' but he never act like hurt
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