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作詞 Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Tahj Morgan/Jay McCorkle

作曲 Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Tahj Morgan/Jay McCorkle

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Backwoods stuffed with a 3-5 When I creep by, I'm prolly throwin' peace signs out the window I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin' Yeah, hit her one time and forget her Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it's tennis We ain't goin' steady, try not to catch feelings She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature I ain't into mixin' my hoes with my business Plus I got my own bitch at home I be chillin' I can't even lie, I be feelin' alone even When in a room full of niggas Devil played with my mind for a long enough time Now he don't even know how I'm livin' Had to give it to God, I went and got on my grind And I turnt up on all of these niggas Plus I stay with that iron, I'm Baby, don't pay me no mind Told the bitch play with Sega, don't play with my mind Take DaBaby away I'm still John That lil' nigga gone stay on his grind I got all the way up out the mud before I got here, they ain't really want me to shine Plus I ain't never think I was like one of you niggas I've been this way since I was five Think I done passed it along to my daughter Her confidence quality, she only three Got a whole other beautiful daughter, they look like each other Can't wait till the day that they meet I knew it was room at the table for me To get somethin' so I turned up and got me a seat Just to get what they want they gone say that they love you You gotta be patient and watch how they creep Took the diamonds off all of my teeth Won't let 'em put me in the box Momma bought them Reeboks 'cause them bitches was cheap First day of school we had new soldier Ree's When I'm talkin' to God only time on my knees Even while on your knees with your hands in the air Police shootin' before they say freeze Left a piece of us dead on the streets Backwoods stuffed with a 3-5 When I creep by, I'm prolly throwin' peace signs out the window I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin' Yeah, hit her one time and forget her Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it's tennis We ain't goin' steady, try not to catch feelings She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature I ain't into mixin' my hoes with my business I ain't into mixin' my hoes with my business You gotta believe me, all that shit easy Tell a fuck hoe get out, if she ever think that she don't need me I'm Toosii, look at my watch, now it's two-tone What you think Give me the chance, I'll get you gone You know I'm flyer than a bird, I be fly with the words I'll fuck 'round shit on your tombstone Back to the basics, I ain't buyin' no Asics I told gang grow weed 'fore he cop from a nigga 'Cause these niggas be hatin', he know That they'll fuck 'round and lace it Go to New York, so fly with the pole Young nigga flyer than a hoe I be one deep, never four deep Put Forgis on the rims then I go slide with ya hoe But excuse me I never ain't ask for this lifestyle Niggas gettin' low, we shootin' them pipes out Police tell him freeze, put his hands up He go to pull his pants up, damn, now he lights out My momma treat me like a veteran My brother think that I'm ahead of him I tell him just 'cause I got a lil' money, I ain't actin' funny He the reason I'm better than shit that I used to be I take a Only Fans bitch turn her into a star Yeah right, nigga gotta get used to me I could give a damn 'bout a hoe ' Cause the last bitch I fucked with she ended up usin' me I know she mad that she ended up losin' me I know she mad that the lil' bitch a fool to me I been had it, baby, none of this new to me Better think twice 'fore you think about losin' me Backwoods stuffed with a 3-5 When I creep by, I'm prolly throwin' peace signs out the window I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin' Yeah, hit her one time and forget her Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it's tennis We ain't goin' steady, try not to catch feelings She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature I ain't into mixin' my hoes with my business Plus I got my own bitch at home, I be chillin' I ain't really pressed for no bitches I know you ain't callin' yo self a real nigga Upset 'cause you pressed for a picture I know that they ten steps behind on a few Of my gifts and they don't really get it They know if they touch one of mine I'ma air this bitch out, I put that on Miss Linda
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