Threezy3 - Tell Me Sum

Why'd you do me like that
Jay Jay Jay B, it's cold
Why'd you do me like that
Leo, shut up if you want

Why'd you do me like that
I'm bouta bag, and I'm cross
The states just because it, gotta throw me something, just to show me that I know you love me, way to turned for me try and put a b**** above me, I don't even wanna take the trip, if won't get nothing from it,

could blow a bag I'm with biggie that my main brother, the vibe ain't been the same, lately feeling like we hate each other's, skip states and bouta bag like a motherf***er, you ain't take a loss
And bounce back niggas ain't hustlers

Ain't from over here, get your head busted
Broke bitch said some, shit I would've bled some
Baby said her friends coming and told her that the clan coming
Niggas can't stop chokin' off the smokes niggas ran from it

Change your living if you couldn't put a band on it
Fuck you saying nigga, could drop bands on it
I'ma go and pull all this liquor for my dead niggas
I got all this pain inside my eyes, think about my main members

Been roamin' for some years, could've been a dead nigga
Way too many heartbreaks, got my head spinnin'
I know if brother right here, it'll feel way different
Embrace the pain I'm out here slowly sipping,

I don't know how many times I gotta tell her for this bitch to get it
For this bitch get it
I don't know how many times I gotta tell her for this bitch to get it
I'm boutta bag, and I'm cross the stage

Just because, you gotta throw me something, Just to show me that I know you love me
Way too turned for me, tryna to put a bitch above me
I don't even wanna take the trip if I don't get nothin' from it

Could blow a bag, I'm with Biggie, that's my main brother
Vibe ain't been the same lately, feelin' like we hate each other
Skip states and boutta bag like a motherfucker
You ain't take lose and bounce back, niggas ain't hustlers

No recruits, I got my own stomps
Don't be out just sittin' on that block, you best be on some
I can't give a thing to you, no, you can't hold none
Don't know how this bitch callin', how you get my phone number

Coming Monclezy for all the cold summers
Baby don't want no lover, she a whole road runner
For shit show, we'll juice it up, let's keep this shit jumpin'
I feel I done lost too many friends for you to tell me somethin'

I feel I done lost too many friends for you to tell me somethin'
I feel I done lost too many friends
I feel I ain't never lose no hand
I wouldn't even want you, I ain't even think about bands

Bother cop a chop it came with a whole lense
If I had more arms, I'd just count more bandz
I'm boutta bag and I'm cross the states just Because it

gotta throw me somethin' just to show me that I know you love me

Wait your turned for me, try to put a bitch above me
I don't even won't to take the trip, if won't get nothin' from it

Written by:
Donell Myles

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