Key: D# minor•
Verse 1
But the bitches and the liquor
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keep on callin' me
But the bitches and the liquor
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keep on callin' me
cause I'm still here
And I wonder if heaven's any different
cause in here the blood spill
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He has got a never feeling
for his last breath
because a bitch made nigga blasted
Too many features and songs
tell me why I ain't got no home
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For the tensory prone,
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cause I roam with a pocket full of stones
if my life ain't worth the living
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Cause while I'm dreaming about a Benz
even a hoof ain't driven
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Headed for prison but mama
I'm alright with that
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Strapped down with a shank in my tank,
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hit niggas all night with that
And it ain't no love left,
fuck all of my foes and friends
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Motherfuckers don't fuck with Ro
unless that nigga be rolling in ends
I need to wake up
instead of daydreaming
about holding a slab
Like bein' in love with a woman
With this, the feelin' punished, my plan
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Lookin' for shelter from the rain
I'm goin' against the grain
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Hey, to my niggas in Richmond,
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Anybody who ever said
they was down with me
can kiss my ass
I done done for motherfuckers,
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what they gon' do for me?
crowd to root for me
Supposed to be my people,
but I think my people is the devil
Fuck my peers,
cause I'm on another level on my knees
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Screamin', Je sus, can you save me?
a nigga can't sleep,
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makin' me late night creep
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Suicidal thoughts,
I think I'm ready,
plus it's fuckin' with me
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But I be missed by
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Fiendin' for bae because she
know she got my heart
I got slugs for you
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I shed blood for you,
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out my roll dolls,
the front of it,
followed up by Kate
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No more hollering out my roll dials,
But the bitches and the liquor
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keep on calling me
But the bitches and the liquor
keep on calling me
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor
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keep on calling me
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I wanna be a baller, please
Well, well, well, well,
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Fallin' outta control,
sittin' swole on faux paint
So wet that my clothes stick to the door
Oh no, it's Big T
Million dollar hook, nigga, come see me
On a muddy cup, man, hold up
And if ya bitch choose,
then ya shit outta luck
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And she'll finally walk funny,
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lookin' big and well stuck
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When I ain't have shit,
y 'all boys talk down
Like you didn't go T
every time I came around
Now when you hit me,
I'ma put you on stall
Don't say nothin' when
you see me in the mall
I gotta get my cash out these
eight -side streets
There's a ditch of records in your boy Big T
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cause I wanna be a baller, please
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keep on callin' me
But the bitches and the liquor
keep on callin' me
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor
keep on callin' me
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor
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But the bitches and the liquor
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keep on callin' me
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ChordsEbm Cb Db Abm
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Capo: 6
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