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BamaBoy2
by Luhbarry
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Don't tell me to spare you details for right now
They hitting me up and tryna market, me not right now
Foo said I need to get my visuals up, oh no not right now
And she just wants love and affection, want drugs and protection, a pole to ride on
Heels on the bed and shit, I done fucked on a bestie that led to obsessions
Make music, it don't make it no better
Think that my songs be about her, been doing this since a younger nigga
I'm older nigga
And they ain't on what I'm on, I did this shit by myself lil nigga
And I ain't pass the ninth grade, who gives a fuck Im an artist nigga
Can't get involved with us, because this family business
And I still go back to the trenches, tell the guys how much I miss 'em
And Long Live Tee and Tiffany and Cecil too, that was my nigga
Before you left us, called your phone to tell you how you was realer than these other niggas
Aligning my stars with the system
Fucked up relations with people
That wanted me basic and civil, like you ain't the person that's listening
Bad bitch licking me, she say I'm sweet as cinnamon
And she just wants an Apple Watch, say she don't wanna stunt on them
And I'm still well around the clock, like we had jobs before these deals
Had gone for Auburn like I'm Cam, But still a Bama Boy to them
Don't tell me to spare you details for right now
They hitting me up and tryna market, me not right now
Foo said I need to get my visuals up, oh no not right now
And she just wants love and affection, want drugs and protection, a pole to ride on
Heels on the bed and shit, I done fucked on a bestie that led to obsessions
Make music, it don't make it no better
Think that my songs be about her, been doing this since a younger nigga
I'm older nigga
And they ain't on what I'm on, I did this shit by myself lil nigga
And I ain't pass the ninth grade, who gives a fuck Im an artist nigga
Can't get involved with us, because this family business
And I still go back to the trenches, tell the guys how much I miss 'em
And Long Live Tee and Tiffany and Cecil too, that was my nigga
Before you left us, called your phone to tell you how you was realer than these other niggas
Aligning my stars with the system
Fucked up relations with people
That wanted me basic and civil, like you ain't the person that's listening
Bad bitch licking me, she say I'm sweet as cinnamon
And she just wants an Apple Watch, say she don't wanna stunt on them
And I'm still well around the clock, like we had jobs before these deals
Had gone for Auburn like I'm Cam, But still a Bama Boy to them
