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Yella Beezy "Favors" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yella Beezy
Yella Beezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lemarcus Wright
Lemarcus Wright
Songwriter
Markies Conway
Markies Conway
Songwriter
Darius Roberts
Darius Roberts
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lemarcus Wright
Lemarcus Wright
Producer
Jeff Mount
Jeff Mount
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah You ever like Been just like fed up with all, Just with like a lot of shit, you know what I'm sayin' Like you in position to help a motherfucker but it's like Somebody call and need some' like every day, you know what I'm sayin' And it's like, I prayed for this shit though, like I wanted to be like, The one motherfucker to call on, you know what I'm sayin' When they need somethin', you know? But sometimes that shit get frustrating 'cause like When they gon' ask when I need somethin', you know? But like don't nobody see that shit, you know what I'm sayin' And the one time you tell a motherfucker no man It's like they whole world go upside down, like it just crashed, like You don't remember like, when I was doin' all this for you? But now I'm the bad guy, you know what I'm sayin' I just be like off some shit like I swear every day that I wake up I'm tryna get me some paper Take some trips out to Jamaica See my mama on them acres I know at five they ain't able But I'm sick and tired of the favors Get on your ass and they play you And get mad when it's time to pay up So I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors Everybody want a piece of the pie but they don't wanna help you get it I swear to God a nigga so sick and tired, of me motherfuckin' lendin' Sayin' they gon' pay a nigga back this Time, I'm just wonderin' when I'ma get it Seem like every time I get to issuin' out, motherfucker end up missing Tell me why the fuck you want to burn your bridges? I guess 'cause you think I got it I ain't trippin' These motherfuckers not my damn children You're not the only one that's walkin' with feelings And I don't need everybody in my business How you gon' play me fool, we got history That's the reason why I been keeping my distance Because these niggas' company expensive All day a nigga lendin' lendin' Mama told me never mix friends with business Got a big heart, steady winnin' winnin' Sayin' that's the reason nigga keep on givin' Long as a nigga got plenty plenty I'll give my all down to a penny But I'm not a pig, no guinea guinea But you can get the fuck with that gimme gimme I swear every day that I wake up I'm tryna get me some paper Take some trips out to Jamaica See my mama on them acres I know at five they ain't able But I'm sick and tired of the favors Get on your ass and they play you And get mad when it's time to pay up So I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors I swear to God that I'm through with 'em I don't know what I'ma do with 'em Sick and tired, act like I'm cool with 'em I really don't wanna fool with 'em I even thugged up in school with 'em Fucked the same hoes in the room with 'em Keep it one hundred and true with 'em That's the only thing I do with 'em They'll take your kindness and use it for weakness They see that you shining and think that it's sweetness My teeth is blinding, I know that you see me These niggas is plotting, yeah they wanna be me Tell me why you can't keep it real, These niggas be hatin' on how I live I don't give a fuck how you feel, I'm just tryna pay my mama's bills I don't want you to come over and Chill, I ain't got time and that's how it is I don't want you hoes in my crib, lil mama I put that shit up on crip I swear every day that I wake up I'm tryna get me some paper Take some trips out to Jamaica See my mama on them acres I know at five they ain't able But I'm sick and tired of the favors Get on your ass and they play you And get mad when it's time to pay up So I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors
Writer(s): Lemarcus Rashun Wright, Deandre Yella Beezy Conway Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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