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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
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Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Darrell Branch
Darrell Branch
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
John Freeman
John Freeman
Songwriter
Keni St.Lewis
Keni St.Lewis
Songwriter
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Songwriter
Nicholas Skopek
Nicholas Skopek
Songwriter
Noah Paul Nelson
Noah Paul Nelson
Songwriter
Rio Francesco Leyva
Rio Francesco Leyva
Songwriter
Frederick James Perren
Frederick James Perren
Songwriter
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
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Lyrics

Damn, homie I thought you really rock with me I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me I thought we was cool Why you want me to die, homie? Damn, homie I thought you was my damn, homie What the fuck happened to you? How you change on me? I'm on fifty Gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh Damn, homie, bands on me (bands) How you gon' call the feds on me? (Huh?) I ain't got no homies, all my niggas just like blood-brothers Family, look Hand on the butt, dance on me (dance on me) Sand to the beach, sand on me (sand on me) A lot of enemies I get 'em out of here before I let 'em get to me (yeah) Been givin' out headshots for little broski Spin the block until them niggas all stop breathin' Don't wanna talk it out, too late for sympathy We gon' wipe a nigga nose if he don't stop sneezin' We ain't even 'til you get hit with the Lemon squeeze ('til you get hit with the-) Hit 'em all up and now we even Steven Step right on a mouse before you eat the cheese Fuckin' with her feelings, now she sick of me I don't want your love, I want your energy I fuck with you the most 'cause you can keep a secret And when she open up, I let her vent to me Arch your back on me, now she won't stop leakin' You always got my back, you're like my backbone She gon' pick it up when the phone start ringin' When I leave the crib, I bring the racks home Tears fall down Melody's eyes when I'm leavin' (huh?) Damn, homie I thought you really rock with me I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me I thought we was cool Why you want me to die, homie? Damn, homie I thought you was my damn, homie What the fuck happened to you? How you change on me? I'm on fifty Gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh Many men How many niggas you had shot? How many men? I erased my past 'cause I love you I'll take a chance, got me where you want me, I'm a hundred grand If you catch a nigga who had did it, I'll give you a hundred grand You wash your pain away with a hundred Xans And at the time, I ain't understand Nigga stabbed me in my back, I gave him another chance Another chance, and another chance You told me I was family, treat me like a orphan I done broke the money down into a hundred portions Broke it down with different niggas, went through a hundred courses I'm the voice of the streets, it ain't a hundred voices Sit your ass down with the unemployment How you claim the streets? You ain't did nothin' for it Streets, family, family, streets, tug of war I'm mixin' Percocet with lean, I'm feelin' paranoid Damn, homie I thought you really rock with me I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me I thought we was cool Why you want me to die, homie? Damn, homie I thought you was my damn, homie What the fuck happened to you? How you change on me? I'm on fifty Gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh
Writer(s): John Freeman, Noah Paul Nelson Nicholas Skopek, Rio Francesco Leyva, Artist J. Dubose, Nicholas Mira, Durk D. Banks, Darrell Branch, Keni St. Lewis, Curtis James Jackson, Luis Edgardo Resto, Frederick J. Perren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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