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baby60s - head up lyrics

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mama always told me keep my head up
baby boy u got a talent u can never let up
sitting in that cell by myself a nicca fed up
plotting everyday on sum moves to get cheddah
tryna make it betta
for my moms nd my child that’s otw
swear they gon have it all
feel like michael jordan how i’m bout to ball
nd if they fucc round wit my family we gon k!ll em all
b+tch i’m on sum murder shii
talk crazy u gon get murder quicc
do shi u never heard of jit
i got all dis bread watch the birds come in
gave ha all my love d+mn a nicca really do regret
neva been a dub i was loyal now that i do admit
fill myself drug all that pain it jus kept on running in
go it out mud mama ask me where my shoe was at
all we need is trust we can make it to the very end
all u did was l+st u want dis dicc but i won’t hit again

loud mouth big talker
y’all keep watching big stalker
i jus hit da dash on da cops b+tch paul walker
big drip sauce walka
good exotic big cougher
disrespect the name we gon have u in a big coffin
realest nicca walk down on yo mans
now they asking how i’m crippxn they don’t understand
this nicca thinking that we cool but i cut off the fan
now i jus hit em wit da burner gave dey ass ah tan
mama always told me keep my head up
baby boy u got a talent u can never let up
sitting in that cell by myself a nicca fed up
plotting everyday on sum moves to get cheddah
tryna make it betta
for my moms nd my child that’s otw
swear they gon have it all
feel like michael jordan how i’m bout to ball
nd if they fucc round wit my family we gon k!ll em all

knocc em off they feet sit em on da bleachers
she seen the ruler in my pants nd i thought i was the teacher
a nicca too much of a flirt she think a nicca tryna meet her
might pull up to the crib bust a nut nd dem i’m leaving
high speed chase on da cops ahh
thinking we was p+ssy we jus popped bacc
he said he never laccing wea yo glocc at
i’m bout to send my goon to wea yo shop at
stop dat
heard u got a play i jus caught dat
nicca really p+ssy not steppa he ain’t pop bacc
1 always inna head i don’t eva have to cocc bacc
riding thru yo city steady flexing wea da top at

mama always told me keep my head up
baby boy u got a talent u can never let up
sitting in that cell by myself a nicca fed up
plotting everyday on sum moves to get cheddah
tryna make it betta
for my moms nd my child that’s otw
swear they gon have it all
feel like michael jordan how i’m bout to ball
nd if they fucc round wit my family we gon k!ll em all



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