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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Elvis Thomas
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Letra
They ridin' for me, right or wrong
I do not write my song I can't get my brother back, he gone
I don't care about that bitch, I'ma fuck on her
Bestfriend and hope dat she leave me alone
That's what I'm on
We shoot the fye till that **** go prone You said you havin' that shit, but you don't
You said you havin' that shit, that's a lie I just looked at my watch, time to slide
I'm makin' plans like I'm Deion, but I'm not even in my prime
These bullets like birds, yeah, we gon' let them fly
He said that he fuckin' that bitch, but that hoe ain't even mine
If you mess up , keep goin', keep tryin' They say shit gon' get better, they lyin
Your cup ain't dirty, you only pulled up half a line
If she wanna leave, then that's fine, tell her bye
I took a chance, rolled the dice, had to make some shake
We outside, we posted like hank
I grabbed the seal, started pourin
Hi-tech, window shoppin' at the mall, you don't buy shit
I'ma run to the money like Flash Like Johnny, I stay with some cash
I can't tell you what inside this bag
I'm hurtin', I'm mad
I need my brother's back bad
If you still around, I'm just thankful you
still here
We aint lettin shit slide you can't come
on this playground
When we leave and come back with them M's
****, what dey go say now? Flexondis1
I'm makin' plays like I'm Deion, but I'm not even in my prime
These bullets like birds yea we gon' let them fly
He said that he fuckin' that bitch, but that hoe ain't even mine
If you mess up , keep goin', keep tryin' They say shit gon' get better, they lyin
Your cup ain't dirty, you only pulled up half a line
If she wanna leave, then that's fine, tell her bye
Dis bit she grown, but she act like a child Me and my ****, we came out the jungle
need a brand new Benz, no miles
Came up out of nowhere, got them folks lookin' at me like, how
They tellin' me to stay strong Told them folks how I feel, no, we don't
get along We standin' on business bro wit it he kno what im on
Your bitch hit my phone like he gone
No backup plan plan A gotta work
When I talk to the money, yeah, I like to flirt
I'm shook right now, but I'ma shake back Pull up on the opp like, yeah, take that
They ridin' for me, right or wrong
I do not write my song
I can't get my brother back, he gone I don't care about that bitch, I'ma fuck
On her Best friend then hope dat she leave me alone
That's what I'm on We shoot a fye till that **** go prone
You said you havin' that shit, but you don't You said you havin' that shit, that's a lie
I just looked at my watch time to slide I'm makin' plays like I'm Dion, but I'm not
even in my prime These bullets like bird yea, we gon' let em fly
He said that he fuckin' that bitch, but that hoe ain't even mine
If you mess up, keep goin', keep tryin' They say she gon' get better, they lyin
Your cup ain't dirty, you only pulled up half a line
If she wanna leave, then that's fine, tell her bye
Written by: Elvis Thomas

