Yea, I tell you one time, dont play with my bread, Nigga, you do, - TopicsExpress



          

Yea, I tell you one time, dont play with my bread, Nigga, you do, they gon find yo ass dead. Body in trunk, hands tied to yo legs, Tape on yo mouth, a hole in yo head Fronted some dope, now the nigga in debt, How you gon pay that? Nigga dont sweat, Goons on deck you know whats next, Send em to yo house, now its time to collect Now you in a box, nigga - cause and effect, Hollow points and buckshots, all in yo neck Told ya bout playin with a nigga like that Now yo fam gon visit yuh, payin they respects Tell ya one time, dont play with my money, Sold all my dope, now yuh run around stuntin All in the mall, spendin money on ya woman Nigga must think he dont owe me nothin Nigga must think I forgot about mine, He pressed ignore when I called his line, imma play it cool like everythin fine, Catch him comin home, lay him down with the 9 đŸ”Ģ
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 19:28:15 +0000

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