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House In Virginia 3 Lyrics - Artist : Tsu Surf
Pop was still plotting
I'ma kill this nigga Mekka still thotting Joe got a question for Karen A ten-carat ring, a proposal, and some Louboutins For you And Kway was laying low Somebody telling Shit honestly, I think the Feds know Somebody telling December stacking every penny for her and her bro to go They had to go, they had to go, they had to go And Joe ain't care for nothing but the fam' Family first He was done, like, on his last grams Only work Ready to ask Karen for her hand She 9 months, he saved up Fuck it he tryna be a man Ok we all know that he been down, but he got up and he got right I wish mama could see him now Look at me mama Ready to queen her When he see her drop down Repeated the words a million times He couldn't wait to see her smile Meanwhile, Pop was in the living room pacing I'ma kill this nigga Him, Shells, lil' BK and Jason Swear to God, I'ma kill this nigga Ski mask, a mind that was vacant The tech, both mags, and the K from the basement His lil' niggas from the town What's popping? Already know how they got down We got 'em Kill a nigga for nothing right now So imagine Pop accepting new guns in the pound Alright look, pay attention Each swinging by to scoop up some bread I don't just want this pussy dead I need this nigga whole head His whole fucking head Fuck common sense Fuck common sense Fuck logic A contract on Kway's skull Pop was gon' sign it Shells rolling weed up Jason just nodded Lil BK staring, focused, demonic And Pop walked to the closet Never guess what's inside it I guess this where we talk about his sick side It was a girl, bag over her head, hands zip tied Took the bag off, it was Shay The mother of his seed, like the closest thing to Kway Watching her for weeks, he followed her the whole day When it was war, you had to war, and Pop wasn't tryna play Wasn't tryna play Somebody got paid for this Somebody gotta pay for this man Ain't really want to take the bitch She tried to scream when he pulled off the bag Was walking out the bank The rest happened so fast Looking for her keys, face and hand in her bag Pop hopped, smooth out, and gun-buttled with the mag And ever since she been tied In her head praying to her God "If you get me out of this, I'll leave that Kwayshawn alone, this is bullshit" Had it made up in her mind December had 200 grand in the safe Ready to go now, new persons, new things, new place It's time to go No destination and no reason to stop Made her mind up She leaving if she leaving with Pop It's time to go She was dying and niggas wanted him dead so to stay'll just be foolish Had more than enough bread And it's sunny in Miami well the magazine said Already picked out the crib and the dopest dream bed She had wounds So pretty Cut deep Long nights But ugly Couldn't sleep She was tired or felt weak Called Pop both times, both got the beep Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system Eff it, I'll leave a message Hello Probably running round with Joe Pop Bro Bro It's December, we gotta go Mekka on her knees getting right Brazilian weave, red bottoms, sucking dick part life Favorite nigga out of her niggas 'cause Rob wanted to wife Rob met her in the streets they called him Officer White And when she finished with that head it was right to the kitchen Cooking on the phone with Katrina, yes bitching Gossiping, thinking she knowing shit when she didn't Katrina throwing gas and predictions And Pop gon' kill Kway but that ain't none of my business Found out bout December, bitch, that nigga been tripping Fucked up, Kway just gave him 40 whole chickens 40, bitch? 40 whole chickens Low-key, Pop paid Tall J a visit You know J, brown skin, always wear the fitted Yeah yeah yeah I know, I know He run around with Kway, yep yep, Pop did it Whaaat? Rob behind her listening, so technically she snitching Joe pull up home He take a deep breath Look at the ring once Hop up out the Lex He thinking about the future He jog up, up the steps And he gon' do his part 'Cause God gon' do the rest Phone ring, Pop answer, it was Kway Yo, I need that whole hundred There was nothing left to say I gotchu big bro Kway was tryna stack Feds coming any day Already made his other rounds Last stop for the day Ain't been home since 'bout May Been staying in the cut with Sharae Met her out Miami, she be stripping in the A 300 stacks, him and bae They was dippin' to the Bay Soon as Kway hang up, his phone ring It was his shooter, lil' Greg He was home team What's popping big bro? I know probably you busy Whatchu doing? Who you with? I think you should come and get me 'cause I'm drunk Busting moves, why? What's up? Something wrong? You in a rush? Give me few, I'll meet you out front Nah come get me now, you got your nina? Just hung up the phone with my baby mother Katrina What she say? Joe reached for the door but it was cracked Bae? He called for Karen while he reached for his strap Bae? Joe reached for the door but it was cracked Bae? He called for Karen while he reached for his strap Karen? Rob grabbed his jacket and his vest This is Officer White, a backup request Possible suspect, a homicide death I'm 78 bound now, I'm headed towards West Joe ain't hear Karen in the house Karen?! But saw her car and her keys on the couch Bae, where you at? Usually by now he'll hear her big mouth Stop playing Babe, stop playing, come out No funny shit, I got the gun out If she playing, I'ma choke her Grab the strap tight and move a lil' closer Ain't know why, but he had tears Wasn't scared but fears what could be waiting at the top of them stairs Good look lil' bruh I'm on the way So these lil' niggas really wanna play? What? Joe? Pop? Joe, it was Pop of all people Hurt a nigga that'll feed you That's why you can't help people today That's crazy Mekka was so busy with the gossip Stupid That she ain't notice that her inbox was popping Stupid 20 missed texts from her best Meet me at the house bitch, 20 minutes less That was 2 hours ago Some head, a whole meal, and a shower ago Whole shower ago Y'all niggas bring the straps, Kway coming now Got off the phone I'ma go first, when I signal Y'all drum him down Nigga be paranoid and shit He where we want him now I'll leave out the front Y'all go back and come around Kway called Scoota, 'nother shooter Hello? Ayy lil' bro where you at? Hey lil bruh... where Bay Bay and Buddha? Call the homies Time to smoke a nigga code word "hookah" And he knows to bring the macs Any time Kway say "computers" You already know I gotchu I be smoking hookah on my laptop Alright In the van, y'all meet me on the back block We gon' be there God could't save them lil' niggas Them was Kway boys He practically raised them lil' niggas And I declare war I declare war Friends turned enemies that's for sure Karen! It was a letter on his bed Kissed in lipstick, written in red Still no signs of his bae but... but this is what it said "First of you perfect by far I'm dark Night sky, you a star I think my flaws make you shine better I felt so dirty You could find better I met this nigga named Kway I did you wrong I don't know what to say, but I'm gone Queens deserve castles and it's wrong Risking your life everyday for a pawn" I'm crying now, 'cause I'm dying now Wait? What? Crying now, 'cause I'm dying now Karen?! Crying now, 'cause I'm dying now The fuck? What? Huh? He looked to his left Walked six steps and saw death Looked to his left Looked to his left Walked six steps and saw death She was right there No! In the tub No! Face open, dripping blood What the fuck?! Did it with his gun She was gripping his snub Laying right there Karen, his love Breaking news 10 men part of a shootout, slain, broad daylight 2 cars riddles with bullets Middle of Newark, New Jersey Also, one cop shot 28 times, he's in critical, critical condition Two women found in two separate houses both shot in the head We don't know if these cases were connected State police say they have one witness who claims to know everything Stay tuned We'll pick up the story at 8 Jersey (No one to share, who truly cares? No one to share, who truly cares? No one to share, who truly cares? Some people need three dozen roses It's the only way to prove you love them No one to share, who truly cares? No one to share, who truly cares? No one to share, who truly cares? No one to share, who truly cares? No one to share, who truly cares? No one to share, who truly cares? No one to share, who truly cares? No one to share, who truly cares? Some people need three dozen roses It's the only way to prove you love them Whole wide world don't mean a thing If I ain't got you with me, baby, baby Whole wide world don't mean a thing If I ain't got you with me, baby, baby Some people need three dozen roses It's the only way to prove you love them) |
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