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dee watkins - cry when i'm gone lyrics

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[verse 1]
ayy, i’ma keep it real
i’ma tell you really how i feel
they don’t wanna let a n+gga live
they just wanna see me broke
they don’t wanna see a n+gga grow
they wanna see me posted at that store
baby, you don’t understand
i ain’t really tryna be your man
i’m too busy runnin’ all them bands
takin’ pictures with my fans
and we got them sticks in the van
i pray that this sh+t don’t get out of hand
i’ma slide for my dogs
’cause i know he slide for me back
put that on my mama, that’s a fact
he gon’ to the n+gga dome
he gon’ teach a n+gga how to act
smokin’ dead n+ggas, we can match
really i’m just tryna chill
’cause i just put my mama in the crib
and you don’t understand how i feel
mama couldn’t pay the bills
now a n+gga worth a couple mill
f+ck it, now it is what it is
i be feelin’ like f+ck it
i don’t need no introduction
no hustlin’
do it for my mama and my cousins
i love it
notice they was comin’, i ain’t rushin’
mean muggin’
but he don’t even know the slug’s comin’
i can get you gone by the press of a b+tton
bag on his head, i ain’t even gotta touch him
i ain’t give a f+ck about your shooter, n+gga, f+ck him
i ain’t tryna meet no new n+ggas, i don’t trust them
[bridge]
and i’ma get her back, that’s my enemies
i ain’t never bought a b+tch a wedding ring
had to cut that b+tch off, now she dead to me
n+gga scared of me
had to thank lord ’cause he’s blessin’ me
i just want you to see the best of me

[verse 2]
look, i ain’t f+ckin’ with these n+ggas i’ll be in my lane
i be runnin’ up that money stayin’ out the way
she wanna f+ck with me but i ain’t got the time of day
boy, you be trippin’ ’bout that b+tch, you need to tie your lace
i keep the b+tch rollin’, i got a lot to say
i keep the heat on me, i can’t die today
long live meek, like my dog i wanna fly away
but since i can’t fly i’ma just get fly today
walk with a whole lotta raps in my pants
n+ggas try to rob me i’ma let this 40 dance
way these n+ggas hatin’? i ain’t ever understand
when i was chasin’ money that’s the only time i ran
whole lotta rats like i hit the lotto
we chase money, not hoes
die for my bros
slot with no poles
hate me while i’m here
cry when i’m gone



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