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Paroles : Khalil Story

Murda on the beat so it's not nice

I'm in relationships without me and you
You don't want us no more, it's out, me and you
Like, let's make businesses and have some kids
But I love standing on that block, give out that white, I'm laxative
Texas bitches love me, James Harden
Weed it come in every box in the hills, Square Gardens
Really represent, I got a girl I still fuck
Cuz got hit back in the day, you think it's still luck
Pineapple juice, she mix the Bel Air, no osmosis
We usеd to sell, boy, we was young, but now it's toastes
It's 'round thе way, I still think 'bout when Scoota died
They wasn't there when they had seen his mother cry
Made me think, like what if I went away
Last time we talked, we was together, make me still get away
Lie, lie, lie, lie, like what I did for us was nothing they'll kill for
No bitch, that ain't my baby, when you fucking, take a pill for it
And he ain't take that charge, never around, he wasn't real for it
And I had the nerve to tell him keep it solid, blame Khalil for it