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screwedupkane - whendovescry lyrics

[intro]
hey.. hey
hey.. hey

[hook]
ain’t no friends in the streets, you don’t want no plex with me
mistake me for a l1ck it’s gon’ be a casualty
i keep my nina on me, i will put you on a tee
12 asking questions, i don’t f-ck with police
triple seven be the set, red bandanna around my neck
i was still wearing diapers when i seen my first brick
i ain’t worried ’bout a stain, i got thirty in the clip
these n-ggas claim they street but these n-ggas ain’t ’bout sh-t

[verse 1]
b-tch you serving mid, n-gga you ain’t frontin’ sh-t
oh you got a couple hundreds, n-gga you ain’t flexing sh-t
i finna run up that check, and spend that check on my wrist
i will never ever spend a check on a b-tch
how the h-ll is you a shooter, n-gga you ain’t shot sh-t
oh you out here sn-tching chains, n-gga you ain’t hitting l1cks
you say money over hoes but i know you love that b-tch
come and get yo’ b-tch, n-gga i don’t want the b-tch
curry on my hip, don’t you die in this b-tch
when i pull out the nina, he gon’ hide in this b-tch
sh-t my eyes red as h-ll then i’m high than a b-tch
he holding on the work, we take all of his sh-t
i ain’t want to hit that l1ck but i had to hit that l1ck
he say he with the sh-ts but he ain’t with the sh-ts
i will pull up all black, nina with extended clips
if i’m going out, i’m going out like tony b-tch

[verse 2]
i just want the money my money my money my money the money
i just want the money the money my money my money my money
i just want the money my money the money my money my money
i just want the money my money

[verse 3]
we don’t move the same, i flock with the doves
these hoes get no love, i finessed the plug
if he plot on us, fill ’em up with slugs
i’m from that southwest, b-tch i’m throwing up that dub
i came up on beechnut, i’m about my green-bucks
if you don’t have my money, run when you see us
i’m riding through the the bity and i’m throwing b’s up
i hop up out the porsche, they like oh my jesus

[hook]
ain’t no friends in the streets, you don’t want no plex with me
mistake me for a l1ck it’s gon’ be a casualty
i keep my nina on me, i will put you on a tee
12 asking questions, i don’t f-ck with police
triple seven be the set, red bandanna around my neck
i was still wearing diapers when i see my first brick
i ain’t worried ’bout a stain, i got thirty in the clip
these n-ggas claim they street but these n-ggas ain’t ’bout sh-t

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