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(DrumDummie) This shit make plenty sense She like, Why you always start some and don't finish it Mind yo business bitch I been swimming in that sea, it's plenty fish in it She only come around me for my benefits, uh Keep that gun wit' me When yo boyfriend wit' me I feel like my son wit' me (Now walk, walk, walk, walk, walk) I can never leave you She told me she love me, I do not believe you Boy you fake, how you change on niggas that'll feed you You be broke, tryna come around like niggas need you While you was, he was bangin' Blood, he really a dub Take care my family and I feed my mama, that make me a thug Still be in the trenches wit' it I thought he was skraight until they sentenced him He play wit' the gang, we won't remember him I swear we won't leave until we finish him And that's on God Most of these niggas be fraud I, still be swipin' them cars New house, four car garage, yeah Gotta thank Big God Shots, still totin' that rod He don't know nothin but go hard Niggas been in them trenches so, he ain't got nothin' but scars Niggas think they know me but niggas do not know, shit Two-thousand-twenty shit, three slimes in a row Tryna ride my wave, I sank his little boat Yeah I got some money but I want a little mo This shit make plenty sense She like, Why you always start some and don't finish it Mind yo business bitch I been swimming in that sea, it's plenty fish in it She only come around me for my benefits, uh Keep that gun wit' me When yo boyfriend wit' me I feel like my son wit' me (Now walk, walk, walk, walk, walk) I can never leave you She told me she love me, I do not believe you This shit was just a part of me I feel like I got God in me Just put down a pint of green, it ain't come from the pharmacy Workin' harder than you thought We spinnin' block till we knock off the boss Came from the projects, I trapped out a loft Ain't chillin wit niggas, can't sit on my couch, nigga, nigga Niggas ain't hard, we ride like a car Big mama used to make us fight in the yard We pick up new guns, that shit look fun Better shoot back young nigga, don't run This shit make plenty sense Open her mouth like dentist-is Story never told no Genesis If he ain't dead yet, he finna be Mi-mi-might shoot a scene on my opp block Wait on my time like a stopwatch Mi-mi-mi-mi-might put my dick in her dropbox Lil' Chris told me go see, bye-bye She around for benefit She don't know Feet got plenty bitch I swear I miss Lil' Weezy, dawg I was right there when they sentenced him This shit make plenty sense Ain't time to play I told her she stay down wit me, I'mma be rich But she ain't even stay Could see it in her heart I'm tryna go farther than far I did this for y'all I need a band-aid, my family fallin' apart This shit make plenty sense She like, Why you always start some and don't finish it Mind yo business bitch I been swimming in that sea, it's plenty fish in it She only come around me for my benefits, uh Keep that gun wit' me When yo boyfriend wit' me I feel like my son wit' me (Now walk, walk, walk, walk, walk) I can never leave you She told me she love me, I do not believe you
Writer(s): Tevin Revell, Kenwood Campbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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