Girl That's Siah - Walking Dead
Yeah, niggaHell yeah, I'm fuckin' with this
Finna go ten times harder than I did before
SME
M-Money not a problem, money not a thang
A nigga, did some type of shit that make you change your name
A bitch ah break a nigga heart, who am I to blame
Cuz if shit was the other way around, I would do the same
I don't give a fuck, I got a bitch that got a bitch
I got a bitch that got a stick, she flip the switch
And hit yo whip
When I nut, it's time to dip
You cute, but you can't get no kiss
I just landed in yo city and I sold bout half a brick
Sold bout half a pound, sold bout half a bow
Call my dawgs, put the skis on, it's time to hit the road
You can't get inside this striker if you never held a pole
Never shot a pole
Never shot a opp
Take my shirt off in the booth, I'm gettin' hot
Reminiscing bout that time that we missed that nigga block
I hope he ain't forget, we still gon' have to get that nigga popped
I'm a demon, cause I love to see a nigga body drop
Itchin' for them bands, itchin' for a play
Call my nigga Quan, told his ass to stay out the way
This city on his ass, everybody turnin' fake
Should've never tried to got down where you play, you lay
That's just the rules to the shit
Go, go, tell them niggas get out, put on the mask
And when you see them niggas walk up slow, get on they ass
But you can't do it fast, fuck around, pull out the mag
And if they start shootin', don't be afraid to shoot it back
With my nigga A, touched down in the A to move a bag
Got a long clip, I'ma shoot it, watch a do his ass
I can't give my heart up, my heart been broken
I'm a hard body, baby, I can't show emotions
I've been deep up in that field, know how it feel to be alone
I've been smokin' on the za the weed been talkin' to my soul
This bitch got me out my zone
Gettin' tired of her blowin' in my phone
Bitch stop calling me
Blowin' up my phone, bitch
I need me a cold piece, I need a cold bitch
Not no weird thot that like to be on hoe shit
I like a bitch that stay on fleek, and eat the meat, and got some motion
I feel like I'm chosen
Feel like Dexter, I keep running back into the potion
Take yo bitch to get some wings, then she let me stick my bone in
Every time I get a cold ass beat, I gotta go in
Just like this beat
I can't argue with you, you a pipsqueak
I've been the same way since I was 15
Just a young nigga wit some big dreams
Wit some big dreams
Written by:
Josiah James
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