Make Em Sing (feat. Trouble Doms)
Yaro
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Told her bring back the love that she gave to me Got a brother and a momma, who gon pray for me Got a shooter to my left, who gon spray for me Boy I feel like Spike Lee how I’m steppin’ on the scene I was sittin’ in a cell at age thirteen You got this image in your head, but it’s not how it seem Snakes in the field if you know what I mean Got the choppas in the back, and we can make em all sing I was sittin’ in a cell at age thirteen You got this image in your head, but it’s not how it seem Snakes in the field if you know what I mean Got the choppas in the back, and we can make em all sing Lately my nigga, I’ve been countin’ all these Benjamin’s Sippin’ on that medicine Your block is my settlement OG, cuz I’m smokin’ on that president O me, pockets full of dead presidents You been tellin’ lies, baby please just tell the truth You thought I was somewhere else, but I was chillin’ in the booth I got racks now, baby that’s just what I do Pull up on the gang, they’ll drippin’ shirt to shoe Pull up on the gang drippin’ I’m like this that Pull up baby, and we hit em with a mismatch Keep that fake shit from me baby I ain’t with that We can really talk if you want talk them big bags Told her bring back the love that she gave to me Got a brother and a momma, who gon pray for me Got a shooter to my left, who gon spray for me Boy I feel like Spike Lee how I’m steppin’ on the scene I was sittin’ in a cell at age thirteen You got this image in your head, but it’s not how it seem Snakes in the field if you know what I mean Got the choppas in the back, and we can make em all sing Trouble in this bitch, and I’m countin’ all green Yeah my new bitch so bad, treat her like a queen Lil’ nigga talkin’ shit, leave his ass on the scene V lone thug, see the V on my tee yeah Dirty stick to the talkin’ for me Know I got a yoppa on me Say the wrong words ima let that shit bang Nigga come correct, never same my name in vein She say ima heartthrob takin’ on the pain Told her bring back the love that she gave to me Got a brother and a momma, who gon pray for me Got a shooter to my left, who gon spray for me Boy I feel like Spike Lee how I’m steppin’ on the scene I was sittin’ in a cell at age thirteen You got this image in your head, but it’s not how it seem Snakes in the field if you know what I mean Got the choppas in the back, and we can make em all sing
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