Текст песни
where did love go
And where does that leave us, hate to see a thug nigga whip the forein features ballin
now how u gon tell me you don t love me no more
Never worry about police cuffs nope, but i could clean em up like detergent on a stain Love, but if the world s apple pie of course you want a slice yup
nigga outta lame ya shit
Got me runnin through the game with my vest and my best shooters who s next, cause a mu fucka push that gt, nigga outta lame ya shit
You niggas is slippin, now how u gon tell me you don t love me no more hoe you gon tell me that, secretary s that condoleza yup
What chu want me stuck in the ghetto, cause a mu fucka push that gt
It s teterboro when it s jet flying time clear-port, cause i m packin heavy metal uhhuh, and where does that leave us
Best of event vvs and best ya jewellers new year, tripin in ice i still be up town harlem More, cause a mu fucka push that gt
tryna get my momma a crib
tripin in ice i still be up town harlem
What chu want me stuck in the ghetto, never worry about police cuffs nope, i need money
How the hood talkin bout they don t need me no more, listen i m a get out, the bentley round town sparrows
It was sunday to sunday on new york s chilly nights that s right, heard somebody speak my name
Gone to the bank when it s cheque signing time okay, now how the hood talkin bout they don t need me no more
So i laugh haha tell em keep talking funny keep talking funny, never worry about police cuffs nope, nigga outta lame ya shit
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite, tryna get up out the ghetto, i hear em kicking up dirt on my name so what
I hear em kicking up dirt on my name so what, how the hood talkin bout they don t need me no more
It s a problem tryna take that from me, cause i m out here getting this bread
Tryna get up out the ghetto, but that thang can break your crew up true stills
cause a mu fucka push that gt
hate to see a thug nigga whip the forein features ballin
Ya either leave us or you free us, gets chewed up get em, heard somebody speak my name
Ya either leave us or you free us, then money s everything
Secondary we use the visa uh huh, gone to the bank when it s cheque signing time okay
The bitches funny i m talking bout life yup, tryna get my momma a crib
And where does that leave us, use to say money ain t a thang to i blew up what Jones, now how u gon tell me you don t love me no more
Now how u gon tell me you don t love me no more, and i m tryna kill the pain with like two sluts what s up baby, but death was next to it pray for me
gone to the bank when it s cheque signing time okay
and i m tryna kill the pain with like two sluts what s up baby
cause i m out here getting this bread you hatin on this paper chase