Yeah
Back up on the scene
I know them pussy niggas wish that I'd be gone
Lost a hoe, gain some hoes
Man, it's funny how this shit could really go
I'll smoke one of you niggas, if you ever think to violate the bro's
Love the people in my circle
But it's f*cked up, 'cause I cannot trust a soul
What you think?
I can't fall for you, 'cause, bitch, I love the bank
Love the grind
Something different 'bout the chase
Love when money makes a difference, but don't change you
You could've had my heart, if someone else ain't break it
I know that shit should hurt, but this shit feels amazing
A joint the only"L" I got handed, I face it
Ain't truly where I wanna be, but shit, I made it
I made it
Back up on the scene
I know them pussy niggas wish that I'd be gone
Lost a hoe, gain some hoes
Man, it's funny how this shit could really go
I'll smoke one of you niggas, if you ever think to violate the bro's
Love the people in my circle
But it's f*cked up, 'cause I cannot trust a soul
I feel like enough is said
But still I got some shit I'm tryna get up off my chest
Like instead of headaches, how about you give me head?
And times like the most expensive thing I ever spent
F*ck the rules, all 'em rules gettin' bent
And none of 'em ain't bout it, they just gangsta on the net
Don't involve me in your business, if it don't come with a check
Tired of people tellin' me I'm really up next
Once I pick that phone up somebody gon' get get finesse
This time I want more and won't be gettin' nothin' less
I think I'm lookin' like success
I don't got to push a button for niggas to feel press
Cold heart, I never sweat her
I don't take checks, I am not a bank teller
And somebody need to tell her
Don't fall in love with me, fall in line and try to get up
Back up on the scene
I know them pussy niggas wish that I'd be gone
Lost a hoe, gain some hoes
Man, it's funny how this shit could really go
I'll smoke one of you niggas, if you ever think to violate the bro's
Love the people in my circle
But it's f*cked up, 'cause I cannot trust a
Soul
Zeekylee - Still Here Lyrics
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Yeah
Back up on the scene
I know them pussy niggas wish that I'd be gone
Lost a hoe, gain some hoes
Man, it's funny how this shit could really go
I'll smoke one of you niggas, if you ever think to violate the bro's
Love the people in my circle
But it's f*cked up, 'cause I cannot trust a soul
What you think?
I can't fall for you, 'cause, bitch, I love the bank
Love the grind
Something different 'bout the chase
Love when money makes a difference, but don't change you
You could've had my heart, if someone else ain't break it
I know that shit should hurt, but this shit feels amazing
A joint the only"L" I got handed, I face it
Ain't truly where I wanna be, but shit, I made it
I made it
Back up on the scene
I know them pussy niggas wish that I'd be gone
Lost a hoe, gain some hoes
Man, it's funny how this shit could really go
I'll smoke one of you niggas, if you ever think to violate the bro's
Love the people in my circle
But it's f*cked up, 'cause I cannot trust a soul
I feel like enough is said
But still I got some shit I'm tryna get up off my chest
Like instead of headaches, how about you give me head?
And times like the most expensive thing I ever spent
F*ck the rules, all 'em rules gettin' bent
And none of 'em ain't bout it, they just gangsta on the net
Don't involve me in your business, if it don't come with a check
Tired of people tellin' me I'm really up next
Once I pick that phone up somebody gon' get get finesse
This time I want more and won't be gettin' nothin' less
I think I'm lookin' like success
I don't got to push a button for niggas to feel press
Cold heart, I never sweat her
I don't take checks, I am not a bank teller
And somebody need to tell her
Don't fall in love with me, fall in line and try to get up
Back up on the scene
I know them pussy niggas wish that I'd be gone
Lost a hoe, gain some hoes
Man, it's funny how this shit could really go
I'll smoke one of you niggas, if you ever think to violate the bro's
Love the people in my circle
But it's f*cked up, 'cause I cannot trust a
Soul
Back up on the scene
I know them pussy niggas wish that I'd be gone
Lost a hoe, gain some hoes
Man, it's funny how this shit could really go
I'll smoke one of you niggas, if you ever think to violate the bro's
Love the people in my circle
But it's f*cked up, 'cause I cannot trust a soul
What you think?
I can't fall for you, 'cause, bitch, I love the bank
Love the grind
Something different 'bout the chase
Love when money makes a difference, but don't change you
You could've had my heart, if someone else ain't break it
I know that shit should hurt, but this shit feels amazing
A joint the only"L" I got handed, I face it
Ain't truly where I wanna be, but shit, I made it
I made it
Back up on the scene
I know them pussy niggas wish that I'd be gone
Lost a hoe, gain some hoes
Man, it's funny how this shit could really go
I'll smoke one of you niggas, if you ever think to violate the bro's
Love the people in my circle
But it's f*cked up, 'cause I cannot trust a soul
I feel like enough is said
But still I got some shit I'm tryna get up off my chest
Like instead of headaches, how about you give me head?
And times like the most expensive thing I ever spent
F*ck the rules, all 'em rules gettin' bent
And none of 'em ain't bout it, they just gangsta on the net
Don't involve me in your business, if it don't come with a check
Tired of people tellin' me I'm really up next
Once I pick that phone up somebody gon' get get finesse
This time I want more and won't be gettin' nothin' less
I think I'm lookin' like success
I don't got to push a button for niggas to feel press
Cold heart, I never sweat her
I don't take checks, I am not a bank teller
And somebody need to tell her
Don't fall in love with me, fall in line and try to get up
Back up on the scene
I know them pussy niggas wish that I'd be gone
Lost a hoe, gain some hoes
Man, it's funny how this shit could really go
I'll smoke one of you niggas, if you ever think to violate the bro's
Love the people in my circle
But it's f*cked up, 'cause I cannot trust a
Soul
Writer: Delauno Francis
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