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She don't really love me, no, but she gon' hold me down If I up this 40, it might slip out 30 rounds Shooters move in silence, dead before shells hit the ground Homie off the needle, these 30s, they keep me down She don't really love me, no, but she gon' hold me down If I up this 40, it might slip out 30 rounds Shooters move in silence, dead before shells hit the ground Homie off the needle, these 30s, they keep me down I just hope they prayin' for me lately cus I need that You can't tell me nothin, bitch, I don't want hear no feedback I was off them xannies for three months, until I relapsed I ain't sip no drink for 'bout a month, but now I be back Up on all my bullshit, still the one you know you love to hate Now that I been poppin', all my shows feelin' like holidays All this on my mind, all the time is gone, rest in peace, erase Why the good die young, it don't make sense, it ain't gon' be the same Locked up me in band, be for some bullshit, but we beat the case (And he) Held us down, like an OG, never said the name Even posted bond, that's a bond that no one could ever break Lawyer talkin' for me, tell the judge can he see my face? She don't really love me, no, but she gon' hold me down If I up this 40, it might slip out 30 rounds Shooters move in silence, dead before shells hit the ground Homie off the needle, these 30s, they keep me down She don't really love me, no, but she gon' hold me down If I up this 40, it might slip out 30 rounds Shooters move in silence, dead before shells hit the ground Homie off the needle, these 30s, they keep me down
Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Andrew Adolph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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