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(D-Roc) Look, shot the shit, just me and Ten Shorty house, my big sister kid Started off, I was broke as fuck Now I came up and I'm millions in Shorty whole world fucked up, he need all ends Fuck a nigga whole world up, take his soul then You love me? Bitch, you a fuckin’ lie Treated me bad once, you won me over and I don't know why Give it one more chance, I tried, I tried When grandma died, along my soul died I'm a lonely child, now just tell me I ain’t shit I know Let it out or be something wrong Maybe I showed That I don't need them around Fuckеd up, wish I could call Rich Fuck that, I don't know who my friend Niggas been cliquin' up with niggas like they want it with mе All on my shit when I'm around, I got choppers in And you ain't safe, bitch, no, I don't play, bitch I take this cutter and cut up and shoot you in your fuckin' face, bitch Niggas ain’t been playin’ 'bout shit, when I cry, you won’t try again SongtexteI ain't got no purpose, so I'm gon' cut up for Big Dump, bitch We see the enemy, then we dump, dope in my speakers and the trunk, bitch And ain’t no scorin', it's just for one This for my youngins who see trucks and they run This for that youngin had to take his partner life behind a gun This for my mama and that trauma and that time that I done spun Spinnin' on you bitch niggas and livin' like a rich nigga KD can't walk, wish I could sit with him or fuck a bitch with him She eat his dick behind and I kill her, my clique too official Eighty things, no girl, it be all boy, serve it like that raw hard I can't wait 'til Meech come home so he can get right back in charge I buy that bitch new Chanel and a Rolls-Royce If I grab that stick, I cause hell and it's over And I'm dumb as shit, I done fell for this girl, God I looked at my nigga Rich, he can tell Slime gettin' high 'til I think I'm in heaven 'Cause everyone 'round do not fit me in hell Hold up, that bitch don't want you, you gon' trap her I been locked inside the stu' like a trapper If we catch one of these rappers, we gon' wrap them Seen that lil' boy, when I came home, I got after You stupid bitch, Nike make you run way faster, should've had some Now that's what you get from tryna take the title off of my drum I was fumblin' with that chopper, I swung through, they said I had one And my daddy gettin' on my ass 'cause he say we could just sent one Hall of fame of manipulation in interrogation room This shit we goin' through'll make you choose and want to break the broom After all that I been through, it make you choose, I don't got faith in you They laugh, but I ain't cool when I abuse, feel like I break the room We argue as we feud sometimes I just plan on shakin' you Battin' you and just handlin' you, turn you 'round and just do what I do When I come through, I'll make a body fall When I come through, lookin' out for all of y'all Aus Songtexte Mania