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Bum, bum, bum, ba, bum Yeah feel me Uh, uh, uh, uh Oh, believe I feel great today I can't help but just pour my drink Cause sometimes it be talkin' to a nigga Yeah sometimes I be talkin' back Sometimes I be, ha I swear Play me, nigga I'm faded Nigga I feel like 25 babies It's gone, drunk, lookin' like a robber Headed to the church or headed to the brothel Poppin' my collar, really like Bieber How do you tell the truth to a crowd of white people? Made it, motivational speaker, bumpin' Most time tellin' my teacher somethin' Baby we was like Decatur We was like Lithonia elevated thinker, bump it Deacon, stuntin' was a habit Trappin' was a hobby, shooter got a reason Thumper, Sasha why you gotta leave me? We was like forever life is so confusin', fuck it Take me, take me to revival Maybe this'll help me, maybe this'll change my mind Oh, believe I feel great today I might just pour my drank Cause sometimes it be talkin' to a nigga Yeah sometimes I be talkin' back Sometimes I be, uh, uh, yeah House-side niggas always stuffin' a few Southside niggas always keepin' it there .45 trigger gave 'em somethin' to do We shoulda shot at the moon House-side niggas always stuffin' a few Southside niggas always keepin' it there .45 trigger gave 'em somethin' to do We shoulda shot at the moon Jesus always told me I was special Mommy told me go and get some money Spread shit to the world Cause ain't no fun if the homies can't have some Have mine, nigga heaven ain't free We was just prayin' for another drink Bitch look good to a buzzard, hey I could barely hear from the thunder, wait I could barely feel for the money, wait Baby we was like Decatur We was like Lithonia elevated thinker, bump it Deacon, stuntin' was a habit Trappin' was a hobby, shooter got a reason Sasha why you gotta leave me? We was like forever life is so confusin', fuck it Take me, take me to revival Maybe this'll help me, maybe this'll ease my mind Oh, believe I feel great today I might just pour my drank Cause sometimes it be talkin' to a nigga Yeah, sometimes I be talkin' back Sometimes I be, yeah, ha House-side niggas always stuffin' a few Southside niggas always keepin' it there .45 trigger gave 'em somethin' to do We shoulda shot at the moon House-side niggas always stuffin' a few Southside niggas always keepin' it there .45 trigger gave 'em somethin' to do We shoulda shot at the moon Ridin' down the street with the hazard lights on Turn my phone off while I'm switchin' time zones Lost in the sauce not sure where I stand You can't call me back if you can't pay me in advance Ridin' down the street with the hazard lights on Turn my phone off while I'm switchin' time zones Lost in the sauce not sure where I stand You can't call me back if you can't pay me in advance
Writer(s): Ricky Ross, Kari Johnson, Calvin Tarvin, Isiah Mcclain, James Prime, Lorraine Mcintosh, Dougie Vipond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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