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What you say Tre Dae? Huh? Huh?
What you doin'? (Oh yeah) Hahaha, sleeping
You finna go to sleep? (Oh yeah) no, not now
Why you up then?
Okay Tre, goodnight (Oh yeah) goodnight
I love you (Goodnight, oh yeah)
Say, "I love you" i love you
I ain't write this shit
You gon' like this shit
Niggas hatin', wanna bite my shit
Fuck on they ho, I make her bite my dick
(BNYX)
Niggas plottin', they gon' bite this stick
We went from strugglin', now in paradise
(Paradise, oh yeah)
We went from sleepin' on the floor
(yeah) , to Fettucine
Shrimp and rice (Oh yeah) i'm on the block
(yeah) , I'm shootin' dice (Shootin' dice
Oh yeah)
It's ten a pop, my young niggas sellin' green
(yeah)
But other niggas movin' whitе (Oh yeah)
And I ain't never lеt a fuck nigga play me
So try and take some (yeah)
Brenda havin' baby
My babies gon' make a way for 'em (yeah)
They know daddy gettin' cake, get the play
Ain't wait for it (They know)
And I just pray my baby mamas don't
Hate and keep 'em away from me
'Cause all my life I'ma feed all of mine
By any means be (yeah)
I got partners doin' life for a crime
I still ain't seen (yeah)
I swear to God this ain't the
Life that I wanted, but bitch, i need it
And fuck a job, bitch, all my
Kids gettin' bigger, so look, i'm skinny
All my life I seen nothin' but death
(Haha, yeah) , but death (yeah)
I just wanna put a Grammy on the shelf
Oh yeah
(Oh oh, yeah, oh oh yeah) , yeah, yeah
Oh oh, yeah, oh oh yeah
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma scrape the plate 'til it's nothin' left
('Til there's nothin' left)
Did it on my own, nobody helped (Nobody)
So I feel like, "Oh yeah"
(Oh oh, yeah, oh oh yeah) , yeah
Oh yeah (Oh oh, yeah, oh oh yeah) , yeah
My pockets fat, used to be thin
(Used to be thin) that ain't my nigga
But we used to be friends
(Used to be friends)
I used to ride a bus, now I'm in that Benz
(I'm in that Benz)
And we ain't have much, just a little bit
(Little bit) but that little bit that I had
I went and turned it to a lot
And then the hunnid dollar bill I had
I turned it to a knot (yeah)
Fuck all them niggas that had switched up
They turned into some opps
My partner got locked
It hurt my soul because he turned into a cop
And nowadays these hoes ain't no morals
They just postin' and shit (yeah)
Post after post, like who they fuckin'
Who they suckin' and hittin'
And she say she don't want that nigga
If he don't drive a Bentley (What?)
And that same ho stay with her mama
She stay boostin' and stealin' (Ha)
Lil' bitch, you silly if you thinkin' he
Gon' make you a missus
And all these hoes want a ring but
Can't do shit in the kitchen (No)
And all that ass you post on IG
He just waitin' to hit it (yeah)
Soon as he quit it, you get mad, bitch
We know how you livin' (yeah)
All my life I seen nothin' but death
(Haha, yeah) , but death (yeah)
I just wanna put a Grammy on the shelf
Oh yeah
(Oh oh, yeah, oh oh yeah) , yeah, yeah
Oh oh, yeah, oh oh yeah
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma scrape the plate 'til it's nothin' left
('Til there's nothin' left)
Did it on my own, nobody helped (Nobody)
So I feel like, "Oh yeah"
(Oh oh, yeah, oh oh yeah) , yeah
Oh yeah (Oh oh, yeah, oh oh yeah) , yeah
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MELVIN A NOBLE
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Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
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