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Moral To The Story Lyrics - Artist : Shordie Shordie
Come to the trap, when you get the trap
Ain't no going back to telling on niggas And niggas bitching, I know that [?] brought you to the hood just to put you on game like a ceiling You shine like the light Arguments, wanna put up a fight I been driving a minute, them bitches ain't with it, they just wanna see you [?] (M-M-Murda) See, I had to clean around the coupe before I gave an excuse The mess I made, I usually do not try Soul in California, San Diego, Santa Barbara All the way to Mexico, feel like I drove the coast [?] excite me I'm just keeping it real, had to do it [?] Steady calling her baby, but she ain't no baby, act like it, I'm getting you diapers Get to acting and bragging but you won't go nowhere, you just wanna be on my line Told her hold up, I'm losing my line Give it back 'cause you losing my time, but it ain't for no better or worse Fuck a text, send a letter or word [?] 'fore you having money, I swear it was better at first, I'm lazy See, I had to clean around the coupe before I gave an excuse The mess I made, I usually do not try Found in California, San Diego, Santa Barbara All the way to Mexico, feel like I drove the coast See, I had to clean around the coupe before I gave an excuse The mess I made, I usually do not try Found in California, San Diego, Santa Barbara All the way to Mexico, you make me drive, oh Had to clean around the, before I came The mess I made, I, I do not try Found in California, San Diego, Santa Barbara (I'ma do it three times, I'ma do it three times) See, I had to clean around the coupe before I gave an excuse The mess I made, I usually do not try Found in California, San Diego, Santa Barbara All the way to Mexico, you really gotta go All the way to Mexico, you really gotta go |
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