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D-D-D-Don G did it Young blood Let up, let up Ay I set my phone down, fuck all y'all, that's how I feel, nigga Soon as you open your mouth you close your ears, nigga Ain't about the way she slides, no I'ma deal with y'all I can't just vent to nobody, need a real listener Peezy 'bout whatever, know the P's done stand for pressure Stand up in a pedal, bust your motor tryna catch up I finally got my feet up on they neck and I ain't gon' let up (No) No, I ain't gon' let up I was cryin' over bullshit, done wasted all my tears Now I can't even cry when some shit happen for real Real beef, I'm blastin' my steel, you won't ever catch me hidin' When it's war's time I'm on the front line When it's gun-fire and I'm poppin' Ain't never seen 'em badder, fuck all y'all that's how I feel, nigga Money don't mean shit, my son smiling make me feel richer Money don't mean shit, the shit you battle make you real, nigga You ain't did the shit I did, even on the pill nigga I set my phone down, don't even call, I ain't gon' answer you I hope he's someone special ay, since I was on Pericos I came up out the mud, but I could clean up like a janitor Anything I can handle it, or more can find the answer I set my phone down, fuck all y'all, that's how I feel, nigga Soon as you open your mouth you close your ears, nigga Ain't about the way she slides, no I'ma deal with y'all I can't just vent to nobody, need a real listener Peezy 'bout whatever, know the P's done stand for pressure Stand up in a pedal, bust your motor tryna catch up I finally got my feet up on they neck and I ain't gon' let up (No) No, I ain't gon' let up Ay, Kenny and Kyle are my homies, feel like I'm all on my lonely Keep that big love all on it, look at their violence upon us Look at me grandma, I made it, momma look at your baby They gave me a chance, had to take it Put it on my plate and I ate it Don't nobody owe me babe, tryna cut no order, he late Beat the snake shit, and I beat the act like I ain't see that I act like I ain't know that, cut y'all 'cause I don't need that around Mercium will be out of bounds, in the mornin' we outta town Done nobody ain't got shit on the old me, I swear to god That nigga told the hoe he gon' blow me, I keep her on Run up with something less than a forty, must be retarded Tryna leave this shit alone, but it be hard I set my phone down, fuck all y'all, that's how I feel, nigga Soon as you open your mouth you close your ears, nigga Ain't about the way she slides, no I'ma deal with y'all I can't just vent to nobody, need a real listener Peezy 'bout whatever, know the P's done stand for pressure Stand up in a pedal, bust your motor tryna catch up I finally got my feet up on they neck and I ain't gon' let up (No) No, I ain't gon' let up
Writer(s): Murphy Jewell Holmes, Blake Straus, David Teel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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