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• Artiste: Never Broke Again
• Titre: Warrior
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What up bitch, I miss you dog Nigga I miss you too bruh, I miss you too dude Aye man, we gon' link up soon, I can' fuck with that cold nigga (Ayy, DVOSK) (Love makes me sick) (NumbaOne, you blessed this) Say that, man, be cool, bitch, I miss you, I'ma send you some shit Aye man, my drug shit came back from the court system, some shit man Love you bitch, stay gangsta Love you too gangsta, stay gangsta I just picture me rollin', thuggin' in that redeye Glock on my side and I'm just tryna keep my head high What you expect me to do? Heavenly father, we living in hell Just free JBeezy out that cell And in my heart I feel the tension From these niggas tryna take me for my millions Want me back up on that block, head-on collision Homie spinning with intentions Shooting and robbing niggas for they tennis And my mama didn't raise me with no sisters Back to fighting court again like I ain't got some more to give Know they hate on your child, mama smile, I'm warrior I done been through the worst, I was hurt Brodie made his chopper burst Then we watched them all disburse Whatever works, I say it first, put him in the dirt, yeah Niggas know what the mission is so they wanna stop me from getting it, yeah Don't got too many friends, but I got a whole lot of Benjamins, yeah Brodie caught him a sentence 'cause he had a whole lot of witnesses These niggas know what the business is, hang with a whole lot of niggas Bro we been cooling and chilling and running up Benjamins I gotta get it to feed my family, oh yeah I done made this shit here work even though you damaged me, oh yeah At night alone, just me and Runtz Don't call my phone, been home for months I wanna roll, me and my gun, yeah Me and the gang, know how we bang, but bitch, we play to win Call up a blitz, he ain't got whip, he still got gon' spin a bend He ain't got no whip but still gon' spin it Had to say it twice to make 'em feel it Remember on that post we smokin midget Talking shit 'bout we envisioned Yeah, and now we living We living it up, bags to the ceiling And we don't give no fucks, you know the business Many nights I prayed that it worked out just like fitness And in my heart I feel the tension From these niggas tryna take me for my millions Want me back up on that block, head-on collision Homie spinning with intentions Shooting and robbing niggas for they tennis And my mama didn't raise me with no sisters Back to fighting court again like I ain't got some more to give Know they hate on your child, mama smile, I'm warrior I done been through the worst, I was hurt Brodie made his chopper burst Then we watched them all disburse Whatever works, I say it first, put him in the dirt, yeah