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I'm Wit Ya
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Vocals
L.I.V.
L.I.V.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torrence Hatch Jr.
Torrence Hatch Jr.
Songwriter

歌詞

Turn me up thug nigga, turn me up You know I'm bout to thug with ya You're probably sitting in your Caddy or your Caprice right now Your head smoking Just lost on the dice, bitch keep calling your phone, you don't want to talk Don't worry nigga, you gon see better days coming Fitted head to toe, with them new Js on, stunting I know today a day that you never seen coming Your nigga got his time, his mama calling, you're crying Let me thug with you, I know that feeling Block ain't even bumping Can't stay out the rear view, you got bench warrants Niggas at your head, you're paranoid Everywhere they go, they staring hard I'm with you, I'm with you, I'm with you I be that nigga on your side when your well runs dry Boosie with you, I'm with you, I'm with you I be that nigga who pull up when you go on E Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling I-I know that feeling, nigga I'm with you I know, I-I know Know that feeling, I know that feeling Nigga I'm Lights off, cold water Mama getting stares from her son and her daughter Saw the slot machine and couldn't stop putting in quarters Kids blame mama cause they never had a father Let me thug with you, I know the game Know how to make mistakes you can't explain This for that teenager who fourteen but pussy hot Got gonorrhea now she too scared to go see the doctor [?] slow her down, you probably listening to me now I'm going through some real shit Granny in the hospital and she real sick Attitude with everybody being a real bitch Cause losing your granny you ain't ready to deal with When it all falls down, I know that feeling When it ain't too many left to call, I know that feeling When your dog turn small, same law And hatred from these racists ring loud I done witnessed this shit like an old time movie, no question Part of my life was like an old time Western Now let me thug with you baby, I know how it be Can you pass a couple stacks cause you love to be clean Niggas stealing out the pot, now you watching your team People talking down on you, and they knocking your dream Hustling till the sun rise, on the block with the fiends Strapped tight, I understand, you remind me of me
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Jeremy Edward Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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