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Water Lyrics - Artist : Burna Bandz
Fuck
They got you in that jam bro (don't worry bro) We gonna work this shit out Bro heard they got you in that water Now you stacking fees for the lawyers Pulled out but the win ain't even started See these goons they got their heart in They ain't gonna risk it put their all in When it's time to ride I swear it's like they stallin' So I separate myself On the run to the walk Ain't too many real left but I don't do it for no one else Let a nigga disrespect make a fool of himself This glizzy bad for his health Get him cooked like the chef Bitch buggin' like a pest just cause I don't answer texts See they diss and sending dess but that's as far as it gets 'Cause when we pull up know the rest Black suits black dress Better roll we press In the trap we finesse They shot my dog the other day like shit we almost lost him Father know we got blessed even though we sin often Got brothers fighting cases I just wish the best for him Canteen I drop it on him Phone calls I can't ignore them Bro heard they got you in that water (That water, that water, that water, that water, that water) Bro heard they got you in that water (In that water, in that water, in that water, in that water, that water) Bro heard they got you in that water (uhh uh uh, deep in that water) Bro heard they got you in that water (deep in that water, uhh) And my youngin' he be shopping like he strolling through the store And when I cashout in the store you know I ask him what he want In the studio going' crazy 'cause I got niggas on the block I'm just focused on the plot my nigga gotta make it out And who they when you down and out I'm just tryna dodge a drought Buy the lassos for the trap house and cash the racks out Bounce the stash in the couch Count twenty lost count And for the right amount my youngin' put him in the lost and found This for my niggas in the water and it's getting harder And it's getting harder Tryna dodge indictment Tryna dodge a court order Solid like a fortress Never could they break us And if they want this smoke we bring it to them like a waiter Money conversations That's all I be talking about T Dub he don't play around And J mon yeah he home now And the phone booming so you know the trap mobile I'm a do the day shift like bro get the night route Screaming free thirty I ain't seen bro in a long time Flights out to LA Tryna get some of that sunshine And if we talking war time, they don't want it with mine Scared to get their feet wet Scared to make that sacrifice |
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