Texty

She likes to fuck around with gangsters, you don't know this life Babygirl, just hold this gun, I swear you'll be alright And if my brother tells me "Ride" then family guess we ride Just tell my mum if I get locked up, "Promise I'll be fine" I'll be fine, be fine, be fine Yeah, my darling, I got issues, but it's all inside In my mind, my mind, my mind In my mind, my mind, my mind You see them fucking with me now when I was down Nobody fucked with me then Damn, I'm walking on the clouds, my music so loud Baby, come fuck with my friends All the baddies come around, my brother don't frown I'm on the cam with the lens Still, I get love in my town, I got the crown Turned the boys into the men I swear this game is a monopoly, nobody's stopping me I'ma go straight to the sky Spending like I won the lottery, I do it properly GB ain't telling no lies Think they own me an apology, this shit ain't normally Hard to get used to my guy These cappers they talking mythology, I'm rapping honestly Swear for my brother I'll ride She likes to fuck around with gangsters, you don't know this life Babygirl, just hold this gun, I swear you'll be alright And if my brother tells me "Ride" then family guess who arrived Just tell my mom if I get locked up, "Promise I'll be fine" I'll be fine, be fine, be fine Yeah, my darling, I got issues, but it's all inside In my mind, my mind, my mind In my mind, my mind, my mind Now for my family, I got time, just bell my line I do anything for bro's Got the lobster with the wine, G we gon' shine Get the Royce, we get the Rolls I'm making money of rhymes, back then was crime I done mileage on the road I'm not even in my prime, I'm on my grind I'm still living by the code Baddies they fuck with me, tell me I'm lovely Yeah, we turn up in the rave They said they're our brothers, but how could they love us? They didn't turn up to their grave They tell me I'm rowdy, but could you allow me? I just live my life by the day The club getting crowded, but bro's got it on him So don't come in and playing no games She likes to fuck around with gangsters, you don't know this life Babygirl, just hold this gun, I swear you'll be alright And if my brother tells me "Ride" then family guess who arrived Just tell my mom if I get locked up, "Promise I'll be fine" I'll be fine, be fine, be fine Yeah, my darling, I got issues, but it's all inside In my mind, my mind, my mind In my mind, my mind, my mind
Writer(s): French Kid, Julian Wolf Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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