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作词 : Bashar Jackson |
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作曲 : Bashar Jackson/Ricardo Lamarre |
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My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
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Uh, uh, ayy |
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My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
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Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
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I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch |
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N*gga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes |
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N*ggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell |
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Don't try and dap me up, lil' n*gga, you are not my bro |
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Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
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They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
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Dot on the head of his only daughter |
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Then I dunk her head in that holy water |
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N*ggas shootin', we gon' shoot back |
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Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 |
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They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla |
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Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter |
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AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X |
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'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther |
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N*gga open up the door, n*gga, I know you home |
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It's a hundred Crip n*ggas standing on your lawn |
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Give up that cheese, give that Provolone |
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And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em |
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I got a K for the cuz if he hit you |
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If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you |
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Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady |
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'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile |
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My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
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Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
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I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch |
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N*gga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes |
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N*ggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell |
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Don't try and dap me up, lil' n*gga, you are not my bro |
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Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
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They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
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N*ggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth |
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Until I kick down they door and run in they house |
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Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth |
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Like what's that sh*t up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout? |
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I put that on my son that I'ma take it there |
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'Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain't playin fair |
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My lil' homie die and I ain't drop a tear |
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I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air |
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I'm big 092, n*ggas know I'm Woo |
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I look a n*gga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?" |
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I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through |
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I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through |
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I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain |
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I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain |
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Digital dash, I be switching lanes |
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I was sitting on the bench, but now I'm in the game |
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My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
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Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
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I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch |
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N*gga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes |
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N*ggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell |
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Don't try and dap me up, lil' n*gga, you are not my bro |
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Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
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They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
