Xulex999 - I Take Credit

I ain't gon' lie, you really like, took my, my kindness for weakness type shit, like I ain't
No regular ass nigga
Look, you can't call my phone and tell me what you need
Mama hit my line, asked me for some bread, I sent her three
I rock by myself, walking through the village, hidden leaves
Swear I miss my dog, I might take a flight to Belize
Took the knife from out my back, so now there ain't no hurting me
I turn all my opps to pack, they ain't make it to surgery
All these bitches do is cap, they'll burn you to the third degree
Tried to bring you on my back, but you just kept on hurting me
But I'ma take the credit
Sent him on that play, he seen that beamer, told that boy to wet it
Shawty in the car, she got her baby, hope she ain't forget it
Bullets hit the whip, this ain't that switch boy this that Smith & Wesson
Park up for the night, three hour drives ain't good for dirty weapons
Shawty hit my line like, boy you trippin, what the fuck you mean
All that wolfing on the gram, talking tough, now you on a tee
I will never find a love, long as I live, cause what you did to me
I'ma get it back in blood, and I don't need no damn apology
You can't call my phone and tell me what you need
Mama hit my line, I asked me for some bread, I sent her three
I rock by myself, walking through the village, hidden leaves
Swear I miss my dog, I might take a flight to Belize
Took the knife from out my back, so now there ain't no hurting me
I turn all my opps to pack, they ain't make it to surgery
All these bitches do is cap, they'll burn you to the third degree
Tried to bring you on my back, but you just kept on hurting me
You just kept on hurting me

Written by:
Bijon Brown

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