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We Dem Lyrics - Artist : NBA YoungBoy
Aye, you can't let nobody make you mad
I'ma say it like this How the fuck you don't want nobody controlling you But you let that person make you mad They controlling you What you gon' do when you fall? (you know, they all on me) To all the ones left, you alone, (on God, on God, on me) You cry when nobody around (control, is all on me) You stressed and you ain't got no money Had you a girl, but these bitches ain't nothin' Jumped out the Porch, in the streets, now you thuggin' Went back to jail cause you steady kept rushing Diamonds, they hang down the neck of yo' cousin Ain't throw you nothin' but I fuck it, you bust 'em Ain't coming in clutch when you try to score somethin' Death on your mind, you ain't thinkin' bout nothin' Stay with' a nine, think bout stickin' up somethin' Got jacket by your brother, he left you with' nothin' Ran up a check, when they see you, you stunnin' People who left, now you see that they coming Don't fuck with dem niggas, you know how they coming Gotta think 'fore you move, if you don't you go under Shine on them cuffs, they blame you for they problems Mad they ain't finish school for they mama Bitch call my mama, he gone, go find him Never knew love back then, since a toddler Turn to a killer, he bought him a choppa Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout no dollar Off with my name, you post it, they follow You say you up to the point, you done caught 'em I done had some people sit around me talk about the ones they with You ain't got no morals, I know how you think, bitch you ain't shit Be able to see through a kiss and a hug Preparing protect yo heart from the fake love Stay bout yo money don't go to no club Respond with an answer don't never just shrug Know who you is but they say who you was Say you ain't shit you ain't nothing but a thug Tell to think what they think cus you don't give a fuck Steady turning up cus you don't give a fuck What you gon' do when you fall? (you know, they all on me) To all the ones left, you alone, (on God, on God, on me) You cry when nobody around (control, is all on me) You stressed and you ain't got no money Had you a girl, but these bitches ain't nothin' Jumped out the Porch, in the streets, now you thuggin' Went back to jail cause you steady kept rushing Diamonds, they hang down the neck of yo' cousin Ain't throw you nothin' but I fuck it, you bust 'em Ain't coming in clutch when you try to score somethin' Death on your mind, you ain't thinkin' bout nothin' Stay with' a nine, think bout stickin' up somethin' Got jacket by your brother, he left you with' nothin' Takedown, straight down, had to check the background Life shit, had to tell that bitch, that's the pipe down Money come in parts, so had to tell that nigga right now Talkin' with' no sense, had to tell that nigga stand down Up with' the TEC, had to make a nigga lay down Hit a nigga up, when he drop, he gon' stay down Go to make the drop, when we leave we don't ride 'round Sneak up from behind tryna make sure they don't slide down Thinkin' in the future, when I don't got restrictions Looked at the bitch, had to tell her it's my time now I'ma keep you in the front, I ain't leavin' you behind now Drop dick, throwin' out a piece so fine now Chop stick blade in the car, she gon' die now Man, what you mean, mean bitch, she gon' die bout it If I feel played with Lil Ben, she gon' slide bout it Crash out slap her in the cheaks, she won't cry bout it Know that we official, we don't speak when a nigga talk I'ma blow the whistle 'til he sleep, Ion hear him talk When it's beef we gon' creep, niggas knowin' that my niggas bout it Ben walked in wehen he asked "you ain't see me calling?" Steady going in nonsense what a nigga talking Gotta long dick if you wanna say something about it Said a nigga better stand round him you know its retawded You ain't hear me good, what I meant to say retarted |
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