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children of the corn (memphis) - think it ova lyrics

[chorus: bobby womack]
think it over
think it over

[verse 1: lil’ grimm]
these [?] lurking through my neighborhood
which way should i go?
hearing anna from these n+ggas who thought it was a [?] hoe
i heard you talking trash about that, c yourself
but the weed won’t sell
mad as h+ll cause we won’t fail
and a b+tch that keep our partners well
test yourself or try [?] and watch me [?]
see ya’ll in the lake, we straight forever
we gon’ move this case
ain’t gon’ call no name
but the n+ggas that you hang with
sh+t, you think they cool? (jealous as sh+t)
when they crunk yo ass, don’t bring yo ass to the hood
you godd+mn fool
for the hood is where its good, it forever imma be
you full of funk, i’m full of crunk
there weapons in my godd+mn trunk
this a mixes for you bustas
watch out for yo ass to suffer
n+gga, you better just think it ova
[verse 2: [?] ]
i’m looking for a way to get this anna off my chest
i’m on the outside looking in and i’m sick of feeling stressed
my life is constantly swinging up and down like a jungle
at times i feel as if i’ll never make it out this struggle
i’m tryna do the right thang working for these cowards
but i can’t do a d+mn thang with 5 and 6 an hour
across the floor, the white boy he chillin making 12
not as smart as me but getting paid cause his skin better
so how the f+ck they figure they can do this to the brothers
one set of rules for us but its whatever for another
i took this sh+t too long now its time to change without em
i found myself a hustle so my pockets getting fatter
now i’m rolling, booming, all this [?] looking lovely
ten’s for the twenty, if you want it n+gga buzz me
but i can’t be too careful so my glock is c+cked for haters game
i’d rather smack them in the face but watch lead up to murder mane
don’t f+ck with those who choose to lose
cause they gon’ do you in, my friend
keep keepin’ the game, these lemon lames
they claim this sh+t is [?]
once they cross you out, you can say a playa told ya
peace to my n+ggas (my n+ggas)
think it ova

[verse 3: lil’ grimm]
i ain’t here to split you b+tches
down to make my f+ckin’ riches
what i’m spitting to yo mama, telling you to wash them dishes
boy yo feet can’t fit my shoes
man, what you tryna prove?
try to win and you gon’ lose
n+gga, we

- children of the corn memphis lyrics

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