Correction Paroles What Happened To Virgil par Only The Family

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Banger
Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one

Last time you told me you proud of me, you wasn't proud of me, you was the n***a who doubted me
I was too mad at you, you let 'em come kill you, my brother, that sh*t was a tragedy
But magically, I got the strategy, I was so sick and tired of n***as keep asking me
"Who was the killers between the hood?" (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Bro, I'm a king, that mean we good
Talked to my tete about my problems
Learned to survive, I carry my chopper
Before I was twelve, I went to the doctor
F**ked on a stripper and I took me a Roxy
How you my blood and you say you gon' pop me?
Fall over loyalty, never 'bout thotties
Don't mention my name if you mentionin' bodies
Don't mention my name if you mentionin' bodies
Stopped taking drugs, had to sit in a sauna
How you gon' blame me? I gave her Gabbana
B*t*h, I'm a star, gotta use condom
Don't drink Par, only like Wocka
Sippin' on Wocka, I feel like I'm Flocka
Sh*t in my pocket, that sh*t'll go blocka
Say that I'm mean, what you mean? I caught you
Get away from her, high speed, no tossin'
Called you a b*t*h, I'm sorry I lost you
Head down, X pill, Percocet, off it
B*t*h, my phone died, pa** me a charger
Ain't have a coat, walked to school in a thermal
B*t*hes you lookin' up to, they'll burn you
Get out my business, that sh*t don't concern you
I get to diggin' this sh*t when I learn you
I love the trenches, this sh*t is eternal
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
I wish my brother had made it out surgery
I be up thinkin', that sh*t do be hurtin' me
If they gon' catch me, them n***as gon' murder me (Oh no, oh)
Gave my bro twenty, he caught for a burglary
I love the b*t*hes who say they ain't heard of me
Ever seen blood? That sh*t'll turn burgundy
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?

Fresh like the first day of school, I'm a scholar
Found the solution and got some more problems
We from the sandbox, my dawg since a toddler
Sixteen years old when I shot my first chopper
Flew out of Van Nuys, landed in Opa-locka
Quit flyin' in G5, fly helicopters (Fly helicopters)
I count every blessin', they count every dollar
I'm 'bout to go factory plain
I treat all of my dawgs the same
Take care all of my b*t*hes the same
I just hope you financially sane
Never turning my back on the gang
From the A, we was taught to be brave
Had to squabble and take a few fades
Stay rock solid, you'll get through the phase
Damn my n***a, what happened to Virgil?
Talked to God, I don't wanna get murdered
I got style, I don't know what you heard of
You lil' pu**y, you soft and fertile
Only real ones throughout my circle
Only real ones throughout my circle, oh
R.I.P. Prince, I'ma pour up some purple
600 Maybach, the one with the curtain
Young GunnaWunna, the boy bought the Birkin
I'm goin' hard, know you proud of me workin'
Ridin' round the town sippin' and swervin'
Hold it down, do this sh*t with a purpose
Louis down, man, this sh*t came from Virgil
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?

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