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I picked you up when you fell and cut your knee I told you not to cry and held you close to me (you left me for some) You don't shit where you live, yeah, I like that better (you left me for some) One, we can help you (you left me for some) Two, we can allow to help yourself (you left me for some) And three, we can have you replaced (you left me for some, Tony Coles), ayy See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level You play and get sent to the devil These bitches been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule" If she get time of day, then I had a good play So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel These niggas be soft than a bitch but turned up off a Perc' Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level You play and get sent to the devil These bitches been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule" If she get time of day, then I had a good play So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel These niggas be soft than a bitch but turned up off a Perc' Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever Ayy, bitch, I'm poppin' like corn on a kettle A lame nigga reach for my chain and get hit with this metal And first, shit, we on a new levels I put triple D on my back and my foot on the pedal I'm chasin' ciabatta the cheddar I really know Mexicans though, I call all of 'em jefe We up, you can go check the record 'Cause lately I really been ballin', I'm feelin' like Steph Sit back, let me teach you a lesson You run up on BigXthaPlug and get hit with this weapon Want the Glock, the AR, or the Wesson? But I'll still beat yo' bitch ass like it's Marvel and Tekken Teachers pray every day to the reverend She know that I'm out on my last and her son been a felon Think he sweet, put a hole in his melon And I'll prolly beat the lil' case 'cause we don't do no tellin' To the laws, I'm somethin' like Helen These niggas be hoppin' and hollerin', boy, fuck all that yellin' We 'bout it come, check out my section Taliban shit, but you know it's 600 I'm reppin' In my hood, boy, I'm somethin' like a legend You can't join the gang if you not overshootin' and steppin' Where he play, that's the same place we left him Was bein' too extra, I hate that the gang had to stretch him See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level You play and get sent to the devil These bitches been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule" If she get time of day, then I had a good play So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel These niggas be soft than a bitch but turned up off a Perc' Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level You play and get sent to the devil These bitches been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule" If she get time of day, then I had a good play So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel These niggas be soft than a bitch but turned up off a Perc' Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever Can you remember the rain? Can you remember the rain?
Writer(s): Marvin Eugene Smith, Xavier Landum, Tony Anderson, Jeremy Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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