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What Do You Want Me To Say Lyrics - Artist : Tsu Surf
Homicide daily where I'm from, we get it poppin'
Be warrin' with them opposites and losin' ain't no option Either hatin' or they plottin' Remembered or forgotten And bitches get nastier right after you take 'em shoppin' Plug talk, I bring that translator and a scale My wifey got the re-up, my mother she got the bail Made a come up, took an L, I just took it all well And you ain't gettin' money if that bitch dont want Chanel She like Fendi, Louis, Prada She ain't loyal she get nada "You love it, you could leave it," that's just lessons from my father No presidential Roley, just chopper that go "baracka" Bad bitch, thank her mother, thank her father, thank her doctor I do it for my city, I'm just prayin' niggas feel me I know it's niggas hatin' that was prayin' that they killed me Fuck them niggas plans up, off white van cut JPay on the phone, this a couple homies jammed up I know they want me dead That's why I'm always ridin' with it Caught me slippin' that night, I won't forget it Yeah we gon' get straight! You can't knock me off my pivot Reverse and put that money on your head Leave a nigga for dead Shots, shots, shots, shots fired Walk down on you, shots fired Money on your head, shots fired What you want me to say? What you want me to say? Ambulance comin', they don't make it to him Graveyards makin' room Doctor gotta tell 'em people waitin' in that waiting room They panickin', some shit just be damagin', no answer then Whoever you worship they ain't answerin' Why these people starin' up in Gucci? Where the management? Cut a finger, save a arm, some niggas be cancerous Pull up in that Cherokee, I'm Thor tryna hammer shit Love the bitch to death but she scandalous Need better time management I pray to God I never slip again Your enemies can have the same traits as your friends You burnin' all them bridges, pray to God you can swim You gon' burn up all them bridges, pray to God you can swim I fucked her then I fell back Loyal? How you tell that? Pray I see them heavens dawg, swervin' in this Hellcat Life plus some other shit, he can't get a L back Shots on them blocks, yellow cones where them shells at I know they want me dead That's why I'm always ridin' with it Caught me slippin' that night, I won't forget it Yeah we gon' get straight! You can't knock me off my pivot Reverse and put that money on your head Leave a nigga for dead Shots, shots, shots, shots fired Walk down on you, shots fired Money on your head, shots fired What you want me to say? What you want me to say? |
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