Letras
Damn, old bitch left me singin the blues
Old friends got me slingin the tool
Can't think shit sweet, can't think shit cool
Can't be another face that's on the news
Hell no, I'ma stay out the way
Get to the money, I don't care what they say
These niggas don't fight, they'll rather just spray
Yeah, that thing, it go
Yo bitch, she wanna
You know I gotta
Shit up on them lames
No, no, I don't know nothing about the rest of them guys
What? Got the goons out lurkin but nigga I ain't Pies
What? Everybody rollin like some motherfuckin' tires
Huh? Can't walk in my shoes, you don't fit this size
Huh, nah, I don't know Brent but we having all the fyes
Word to Aaliyah, I'ma just keep trying
They sellin bullshit but I'm not buying
Single file boy, I know that you lying We fucked everything up, even ya chime
I see they mad cause I leave with a dime
I see they mad cause I be on my grind
Coming in late but I'm leaving on time Don't need no excuse, I'm still taking off
I'm hoping I make it, I'm breakin the law
Can't fake it to make it, I'm paying the cost
I know they hatin', I'm shaking it off I'm fuck with Jamaicans, blow gas with the locs
Turn you to a pizza your ass in a box Sipping the drink out the glass on the rock
Damn, so much drink, gotta watch my step
Damn, so much gas, gotta catch my breath
Ay, so many shots, ain't none of em left
Ay, I'ma live it up cause it ain't nothing else
Damn, old bitch left me singin the blues
Old friends got me slingin the tool
Can't think shit sweet, can't think shit cool
Can't be another face that's on the news
Hell no, I'ma stay out the way
Get to the money, I don't care what they say
These niggas don't fight, they'll rather just