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kaymuni - miss my dawgs (letter to s) lyrics

[verse]
yo s, i never turned into a punk
i copped my little bro a pump, play with muni, must be drunk
think i care if i rap? i’ll put your blood upon my dunks
and my new bitch sexy, see her back from the front
i seen bare man turn into bitches
not me though, you know i stay standing on business
yo i really got it out the mud, you’re my witness
i don’t call a lot of man my big bros but bigz is
even my big dargs can’t lil boy me
no more parties, i’m feeling like coi g
cah they gave a hundred suttin years to my a+team
i just want my boys home, i don’t care if i’m mainstream
my everyday dargs got birded or plated
every single spot i trapped out got raided
that’s why it’s 3am, i’m billing weed, getting faded
cah i want my dargs homе and sometimes i can’t take it
whеn she asks “what’s wrong?”, i don’t know what to say bro
cah i miss slickz, miss bigz and i miss dange bro
i gotta thank allah that you ain’t in a grave though
it weren’t the same, you weren’t even there when i came home
i was sixteen in jail when they gave you your bird gang
and if i tell the truth bro, i’d swap you with bare man
i know that i can’t and sometimes bro it burns man
you know i play my part though, i give you my word gang
you know your lil bro straight, that’s my lil killy now
stop wetting man in jail, you gotta stop being silly now
said the same thing to me, go home, make a milli now
i think about it anytime that i get really down
can’t complain ’bout a ten when my boy got a twenty gang
this some real life pain, some shit that you’re telling man
that money don’t help shit but i still send it man
cah jail gets expensive, canteen and credit gang
not to mention all the mashes and the weed that we buy in there
know a guy, forty with a thirty, probably gon’ die in there
hard to find the real when everyone lie in there
can’t go home, forget about the jails, cah my guy in there
yo i ain’t gonna lie, we made them jails look trendy
on the landing, valentino sliders and fendi
but i ain’t gonna lie, nuttin ain’t really nice in there
i came out my cell, smells like weed and spice in there

- kaymuni lyrics

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