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Bravo the Bagchaser
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I just wanna let you know that If I die tonight, please don't cry Just wipe your eyes and we'll ride I'll be starin' down from heaven And it's nothing but the same old thing Same old gang, same old face Suckers started hatin' cause I made some change Got a foreign b*t*h, I ain't gotta speak anything Now they wanna come in through to take my chain Take my ring, take everything But you know that I got pistolas And I f**kin' with you, is you f**kin' with me? I show you some sh*t that you ain't never seen Let's go to sleep and tell me 'bout your dream Let's smoke some that weed and pour up some that lean Promethazine with that muddy codeine Stay by my side and just don't ever leave Cause you know them b*t*hes was plottin' on me And you know them n***as turned rotten on me They went to sleep, they forgot about me And if I ain't got no ride, who gon' hop in with me? Shawty shine bright like a diamond to me You everything that they dyin' to be Remember them nights you was cryin' to me? Remember them nights you was cryin' to sleep? Remember them nights I was caught in the streets? Couldn't answer the phone, baby, I'm so sorry I know you know this the life that I live Tell me you love me all up in my ear I love when you tell me you wanna have my kid F**k all these b*t*hes, bae, that's what it is I was hittin' them licks, I was chasin' that dough And you know nothing better, this sh*t don't get old Shoutout to my bro, shoutout to my mom You left me to die, n***a, you ain't my dawg You left me to die, n***a, you just took off You crashed my whole side of that mo'f**kin car My door wouldn't open, I couldn't even walk Now you gon' go and throw dirt on my name? You a grimy-a** n***a, and that's on the gang I ain't playin' no more, so I'm packin' that thang F**k what you say, cause my gun go bang This is real life, homie, this ain't a game You think that you thuggin', it's eatin' your brains How you in public but look behind gates? You think you got it rough? You ain't even got a taste And how you gon' say that you lyin' to these b*t*hes? I heard you break down and just cry to these b*t*hes Oh, that's what you do? Just lie to your n***as? Break In the label, don't try and f**k with us Break In the label, don't try and f**k with us Put tech on my wrist, lil b*t*h I got the sauce And don't ever forget that my bro put you on I'ma hop on y'all youngin', this finna take off And don't act like you hard, cause we know that you soft Been waitin' a minute to hop in the booth Now look at me, b*t*h, I'm up in the booth Quit f**kin' rappin', this sh*t ain't for you I just wanna let you know that If I die tonight, please don't cry Just wipe your eyes and we'll ride I'll be starin' down from heaven And it's nothing but the same old thing Same old gang, same old face Suckers started hatin' cause I made some change Got a foreign b*t*h, I ain't gotta speak anything Now they wanna come in through to take my chain Take my ring, take everything But you know that I got pistolas
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