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Save Me
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BJ the Chicago Kid
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Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare the children That's the last thing we wanna do We don't wanna scare anybody You are my, my eve—, my everything It's so hard to choose, but somehow, I chose you I love you Sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff Baby, you are my everything Yeah, when people ask me for some money, I tell 'em get in line (Line) Another funeral, I done paid for all my n***as dying I got that PTSD syndrome so all I hear is sirens I text my n***a but I guess he ain't, hе ain't replyin' Smile in your face, and whеn you turn your back, they stab your spine I wear shades and carry sticks like I'm legally blind A tall n***a in the coupe, so I'm easy to find She want Versace so I flew her straight out to Milan It ain't no cappin' in my rap, you know you pu**y need a peppin' From the Southside, off Old Nat, I'm in my bag, I gotta say Grown n***as get upset if I don't give 'em no money But you ain't do nothin' to them n***as when they slid on your homies I ain't savin' nobody unless she's here to stay You know the thighs match the ass, ass match the waist (Woo) You know the tires match the rims, rims match the Wraith (Yeah) And if she loyal, then she spoiled, n***a, that's my babe
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