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trurebel migs - song of songs lyrics

[intro]
ugh, yeah
check it out, check it out now
ugh, yeah, talk to em’

[verse 1]
wholesome girl
those them girls
that make a n-gga wanna eat that eye candy
so full, off that soul food
got me so used to what you used to be
yeah
picked you up like truancy
you had a lil’ cl-ss
lil’ bit of -ss
lil’ bit of s-ss
lil’ bit of cash
moms left in that joint account
she from the south and she wanna dance
alvin ailey
tippy toeing through the city
chasing dreams
you on my mind so dearly
all the time
8 years fly by
seen you on a pole in the summer time

[chorus]
get up
gotta keep your
head up
when you feeling
fed up
never quit or
let up
know the worlds gon’ spin
for the worse or the better
so all we gotta do is live better
so we
move on, groove on, sing a song, sing along
this a song of songs
a song for you
it don’t matter what you going through
now let me hear ya

[bridge 1]
hey ho, hey ho
hey ho, hey ho
hey ho, hey ho
hey ho, hey ho

[verse 2]
praise the true
women that could raise the youth
on they own
and gotta face the truth
that their dude
threw a dude
once ya’ll reproduced
i could relate
i had to face it too
never knew my seminal
only knew anger
had to grow by myself
had to face danger
hangin’ with them bangers
era of the 36 chambers
so you know a n-gga all banged up
before i came up
raised up
shorty with a story
off the block similar to mine
moms high all the time
partied all the time
hardly on her mind
is her grind
unless she on a line
all low line borderline
gettin’ wet outta wedlock
bam
baby off a bed rock
shed lots of tears for the homie
though it’s been a couple years
hope he’s all good and doin’ fine

[bridge 2]
but i gotta move on
move on, move on
this a song of songs
song of songs, song of songs
yeah
this a song for you
this a song for you
this a song for you
this a song for you

[skit – ttime]
(phone rings to voicemail)

ahhhhh ha ha
yo bro, my n-gga
what time is it like 3 suntin’
yo my n-gga
i’m walkin’ to the store
sh-t i’m bout to go get some food
you know how n-ggas do
we turnt up
n guess who i seen
like
it’s this b-tch
walkin’ wit the carriage n all dat
lookin’ all crazy
stumblin’
mad sh-t out her hands
i just start laughin’ at this b-tch like yo
f-ck is goin’ on wit your life like
d-mn bro
remember that was your b-tch, like
that sh-ts crazy
look at her now, like
all f-cked up in the game
i told that b-tch man
coulda been out in cali
underneath some palm trees or suntin’
swimmin’ in the pool
showin’ that cake off
now that sh-t just all outta shape
you know i know what’s going on bro
that sh-t crazy
hahaha
yo
my n-gga migs bro
yo my n-gga
that b-tch looked crazy my n-gga
haha
that’s how it be bro
you already know
ima hitchu back

- trurebel migs lyrics

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