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doroad - you weren't there lyrics

[intro]
ayo, trinz
on and on
on and on
on and on

[chorus]
you weren’t live in the trizzy with me
you weren’t there when i shot n+ggas, stabbed n+ggas
you weren’t in the field getting busy with me
you weren’t in that jail on the wing with me
you weren’t there when the govs tried [?] at me
man get bun more than 50 degrees
of course, the intent is decease
i hit the seaside and i run up some p’s

[verse 1]
if i see him with it trying, i’ll k!ll him with it
no cеllular, cell site when i’m spinning with it
keep onе eye open for a fed or a friend
you never know i might have to kweff one of them
you better mind out in these treacherous ends
i swear i’ve seen it all out here and it’s crazy
mind out for the girls that you’re linking (mm), man they’ll lead you to a treacherous end (to a treacherous end)
nah you don’t want none of that boy
said i look good and she want to hold a rap boy, so i let her hold a rap boy
she said i ain’t like these typical rappers (haha)
she don’t know i ain’t a rap boy, real gun man i get active
still, step with the sixties and we got corn in bl!ckys and they make mad noise
old school slept with a 12
died by a rotty, kept turning that (on and on)
i was on the m way on the way up to cunch, i’m sending out texts that i’m (on and on)
no sleep was the least that i did for the money, nittys coming to the knock on all night long (all night long)
young n+gga just tryna’ get paid
[chorus]
you weren’t live in the trizzy with me
you weren’t there when i shot n+ggas, stabbed n+ggas
you weren’t in the field getting busy with me
you weren’t in that jail on the wing with me
you weren’t there when the govs tried [?] at me
man get bun more than 50 degrees
of course, the intent is decease
i hit the seaside and i run up some p’s
you weren’t live in the trizzy with me
you weren’t there when i shot n+ggas, stabbed n+ggas
you weren’t in the field getting busy with me
you weren’t in that jail on the wing with me
you weren’t there when the govs tried [?] at me
man get bun more than 50 degrees
of course, the intent is decease
i hit the seaside and i run up some p’s

[verse 2]
(young n+gga just tryna’ get paid)
you ain’t getting money, then what the f+ck are you doing?
i understand why you’re scr+w+ng
don’t pull no funny sh+t, the corn gone chew him (blow him away)
peng ting always got chewing gum, chewing (ah look at her face)
you weren’t live in the trizzy with me
you weren’t live in the brix getting busy with me
i couldn’t give two f+cks about your opinion of me
i had an airgun before i lost my virginity
to tell you the truth, when look back now its f+cked what the streets did to me
now anyone that ain’t around weren’t meant for me, nah i just let them go
can’t wait til’ they let my bros come home
free up th, goddy and domes
don’t watch nothing, you know you soon home
anything you need just call my phone
i remember them times you was running in homes
now im telling you ’bout feds outside my home
if you do me right, then i swear to god you’ll get the best from me
i know you been tied down for a few years now but i want you to know, you’re my destiny
you know i can’t come out to often, last time i did and he knew, he was vexed with me (he was vexed with me)
when i think about him it makes sense, cause you ain’t here right now
[chorus]
you weren’t live in the trizzy with me
you weren’t there when i shot n+ggas, stabbed n+ggas
you weren’t in the field getting busy with me
you weren’t in that jail on the wing with me
you weren’t there when the govs tried [?] at me
man get bun more than 50 degrees
of course, the intent is decease
i hit the seaside and i run up some p’s
you weren’t live in the trizzy with me
you weren’t there when i shot n+ggas, stabbed n+ggas
you weren’t in the field getting busy with me
you weren’t in that jail on the wing with me
you weren’t there when the govs tried [?] at me
man get bun more than 50 degrees
of course, the intent is decease
i hit the seaside and i run up some p’s (i run up some p’s, i run up some p’s)

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