CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : thr333
I got enough, I got enough sh*t to worry 'bout on my own
I do not bluff, if I say it, promise I mean it, boy, I'm so zoned
I'm on the muck, I'm off the mud, take my words quick as they come
If I'm honest when I'm stuck, I promise you it's up
I listened into my heart, I'm deep inside my soul
I swear to me, I'm moving like I'm close enough to my death
I been counting my breaths, tobacco smoke in my chest (Yeah)
I ain't got time to be next
Nothing on my body run under like 3 or so racks
When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts, try to get my bent
Oh, my baby, I'm on devil time but you were heaven-sent
She on 8, I'm on that plus 2, I guess that make it 10
All my dawgs finally free but I'd pay 'em out of the pen
'Cause I know if you come at me, they gon' be in there again
When I walk through my sh*t, I know they family and they cool with me
When I drop out this b*t*h, I know I'm gon' hear it in the street
I got depressants in my blood, it don't take much to run it up
She know I'm balling, I'on do no free time so she move fast when feeling me up
I smoke cookie out of a Dutch, look at my face when we f**k
I need connection, I need love, yeah, I'm tryna make her buck
Grind on my waist, f**k that, she move to my face
It is so sweet to taste, and I know her man relate, of course
I'm a featherweight so I do not use my fists, uh-uh
I serve smoke, no zipper
Boy, do you get the gist? I hope you do
Nothing on my body run under like 3 or so racks
When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts, try to get my bent
Oh, my baby, I'm on devil time but you were heaven-sent
She on 8, I'm on that plus 2, I guess that make it 10
All my dawgs finally free but I'd pay 'em out of the pen
'Cause I know if you come at me, they gon' be in there again
When I walk through my sh*t, I know they family and they cool with me
When I drop out this b*t*h, I know I'm gon' hear it in the street
I don't know how to talk to you but I think I'm in love with you
When we was on some other sh*t, I hope you still was in the mood
I try to make you comfortable, she off snow, Abominable
Blowing on strains, that's tropical 'cause I try to keep it natural, yeah
Nothing on my body run under like 3 or so racks
When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts, try to get my bent
Oh, my baby, I'm on devil time but you were heaven-sent
She on 8, I'm on that plus 2, I guess that make it 10
All my dawgs finally free but I'd pay 'em out of the pen
'Cause I know if you come at me, they gon' be in there again
When I walk through my sh*t, I know they family and they cool with me
When I drop out this b*t*h, I know I'm gon' hear it in the street (In the street, in the street, in the street)
I do not bluff, if I say it, promise I mean it, boy, I'm so zoned
I'm on the muck, I'm off the mud, take my words quick as they come
If I'm honest when I'm stuck, I promise you it's up
I listened into my heart, I'm deep inside my soul
I swear to me, I'm moving like I'm close enough to my death
I been counting my breaths, tobacco smoke in my chest (Yeah)
I ain't got time to be next
Nothing on my body run under like 3 or so racks
When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts, try to get my bent
Oh, my baby, I'm on devil time but you were heaven-sent
She on 8, I'm on that plus 2, I guess that make it 10
All my dawgs finally free but I'd pay 'em out of the pen
'Cause I know if you come at me, they gon' be in there again
When I walk through my sh*t, I know they family and they cool with me
When I drop out this b*t*h, I know I'm gon' hear it in the street
I got depressants in my blood, it don't take much to run it up
She know I'm balling, I'on do no free time so she move fast when feeling me up
I smoke cookie out of a Dutch, look at my face when we f**k
I need connection, I need love, yeah, I'm tryna make her buck
Grind on my waist, f**k that, she move to my face
It is so sweet to taste, and I know her man relate, of course
I'm a featherweight so I do not use my fists, uh-uh
I serve smoke, no zipper
Boy, do you get the gist? I hope you do
Nothing on my body run under like 3 or so racks
When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts, try to get my bent
Oh, my baby, I'm on devil time but you were heaven-sent
She on 8, I'm on that plus 2, I guess that make it 10
All my dawgs finally free but I'd pay 'em out of the pen
'Cause I know if you come at me, they gon' be in there again
When I walk through my sh*t, I know they family and they cool with me
When I drop out this b*t*h, I know I'm gon' hear it in the street
I don't know how to talk to you but I think I'm in love with you
When we was on some other sh*t, I hope you still was in the mood
I try to make you comfortable, she off snow, Abominable
Blowing on strains, that's tropical 'cause I try to keep it natural, yeah
Nothing on my body run under like 3 or so racks
When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts, try to get my bent
Oh, my baby, I'm on devil time but you were heaven-sent
She on 8, I'm on that plus 2, I guess that make it 10
All my dawgs finally free but I'd pay 'em out of the pen
'Cause I know if you come at me, they gon' be in there again
When I walk through my sh*t, I know they family and they cool with me
When I drop out this b*t*h, I know I'm gon' hear it in the street (In the street, in the street, in the street)
