Лучшие песни G Funk Supreme
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G Funk Supreme
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Borey Chau
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Vannarong Bo
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Borey Chau
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Vannarong Bo
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I got your call the other day, I was working
Tell your daughter happy birthday, man sorry I aint make it
I know you felt some type of way, I hit you with a text you aint reply
I seen the pictures man, this shit is getting crazy
Getting bigger by the minute, and we just getting older
Life is moving fast it aint going any slower
I aint even took a chance to relax and smell the roses
Only time I ever see you now is pictures when you post it
What a damn shame I been working hard
Tryna make a living
But am I living
Little things that I'm missing
Adding up to the bigger picture, bitter sweet
But just know that you still my killa
Any problems let me know I'd fucking kill him
Tell your momma that I miss her
And them short ribs she be cooking
Man you know that that's my favorite
Until then man its back to the grind
I promise that I gotchu when I make it
I'm getting tired of these missed calls
I know its been a minute since we kicked
But I promise
I aint forget y'all
I been working so much these days
I hope to make it up these days
For all the times you've always held me down
Man I swear that we gon live it up one day
Another year gone by, another year wiser
Gotta admit that some nights get cold
Conversations get boring, same movies get old
I don't never got time thats what I been told
It aint that I don't wanna make time
More so that I don't wanna waste it
But shit maybe the problem is
The man in the mirror but I don't wanna face it
The price to be the boss but shit I don't wanna pay it
I been working so much that I don't ever work on us
Busy tryna make a living
Knowing that it aint enough
I'm just tryna give you more, you already had enough
I'm just tryna chase dreams but how long you gon run
My birthday had just passed
I was locked up in the studio
God damn I'm so dedicated
Kinda sad aint it
That I don't even give time for myself
Cuz I aint even wanna celebrate it
I got a text from a girl that I once dated
Happy belated, I hope you doing well, I said likewise
Good girl just not the right time, but tell me whens is the right time
That's a million dollar question shit can I get a lifeline
Oh well better luck next time, hold up, last time I said next time
Last time I said, that was the last time
I'm not even tryna bug
Or anything, but
I'ma need you to let me know whats up
Do you want to continue this or not
Cause I'm sick
And fucking tired of this bullshit
I'm tired of being the only one
Putting effort in this relationship
I don't hear from you
We don't see each other
What's up, call me back
Hello?
What's up baby
Why you trippen for
You know I been a little busy
I been n and out the studio
I been taking care of business
Doing what I got to do
I'll pull up with some weed later
Girllll
I'm already stressing
You stressing me more
Life been testing me
You just testing me more
All I know is I'm at war
Trying to settle the score
To make up for bad times I done been through before
All them times that we never had more
All them times we shoplifted
We would shoot at the store
All them times they shot a bullet at my
Vehicle door
So I need you to hold it down
Like your hands on the floor
Like your hands on the floor
And when I get some time
You gon find your pants on the floor
And if somebody call my phone
I be quick to ignore
Because I rather see you do me like you
Doing your chores
Like you doing your chores
We both know time is money of course
And time is coming its yours
So hang it in, hang it in, hang it in for the boy
No interruptions
Only seduction
Sexual eruption
Click, click, click, click, end of discussion
No interruptions
Only seduction
Sexual eruption
Click, click, click, click
Click
Writer(s): Borey Chau, Vannarong Bo
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