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Backwood stuffed with a 35, when I creep out Probably throwing peace signs out the window I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretending Yeah, hit her one time and forget her Sweat when we fucking, work out like it's fitness We ain't going steady, try not to catch feelings She tryna start rapping, she want her a feature (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) I ain't into mixing my hoes with my business Plus I got my own bitch at home, I be chilling I can't even lie, I be feeling alone even when in a room full of niggas Devil play with my mind for a long enough time, now he don't even know how I'm living Had to give it to God and went got on my grind and I turned up all on 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 the Baby away, I'm still John That lil' nigga gon' stay on his grind I got all the way up out the mud 'fore I got here, they ain't really want me to shine Plus I ain't ever think I was like one of you niggas, I been this way since I was five Thank God I passed it along to my daughter, her confident qualities She only three, got a whole 'nother beautiful daughter They look like each other, can't wait 'til the day that they meet I knew it was room at the table for me to get something so I turned up and got me a seat Just to get what they want, they gon' say that they love you You gotta be patient and watch how they creep Letras de cancionesTook the diamonds off all of my teeth Won't let them put me in a box, mama bought the Reeboks 'cause them bitches was cheap First day of school we had new soldier Ree's When I'm talking to God only time on my knees Even while on your knees with your hands in the air, police shooting before they say freeze 'Nother piece of us dead on the streets Backwood stuffed with a 35, when I creep out Probably throwing peace signs out the window I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretending Yeah, hit her one time and forget her Sweat when we fucking, work out like it's fitness We ain't going steady, try not to catch feelings She tryna start rapping, she want her a feature I ain't into mixing my hoes with my business I ain't into mixing my hoes with my business You gotta believe me, all this ain't easy Tell a fuck ho get out if she ever think that she don't need me I touched the look on my watch now it's two-tone Watch you think be the chance I could juke on 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 buying no Asics I told gang grow weed 'fore he cop from a nigga 'Cause these niggas be hating, he know that they'll fuck 'round and lace it Out in New York, still fly with the pole Young nigga flyer than a ho I be one-deep, numbers, four-deep, put Forgi's on the rims then I go slide with your ho But excuse me, I never ain't asked for this lifestyle They get scared, know we shoot when them pipes out The police tell him freeze with his hands up He go pull his pants up, damn, now he lights out My mama treat me like a veteran My brother think that I'm ahead of him I tell him just 'cause I got all the money, I ain't acting funny He the reason I'm better than shit that I used to be I took an OnlyFans bitch, turned her into a star Yeah right, nigga, gotta get used to me I give a damn 'bout a ho 'cause the last bitch I fucked with, she ended up using me I know she mad that she ended up losing me I know she mad 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 using me Backwood stuffed with a 35, when I creep out Probably throwing peace signs out the window I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretending Yeah, hit her one time and forget her Sweat when we fucking, work out like it's fitness We ain't going steady, try not to catch feelings She tryna start rapping, she want her a feature I ain't into mixing my hoes with my business From Letras Mania