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Yung Bleu

When Vell Died

 

When Vell Died

(album: Bleu Vandross 3 - 2020)


(48Hz)

I cried a hundred nights when Vell died (Cried a hundred nights)
Still teary-eyed
When I put him in that coupe, you should've seen him
Every day, fresh up out the cleaners
I cried a hundred nights when Vell died

Heart heavy, I feel paralyzed
Can't go to sleep because I'm terrified
Gotta have my pistol on the airline
Fuck TSA, I had to carry mine
Come put that pussy on my hairline
I was selling Caroline before I was verified
I'm too bougie, you can't get this dick, you gotta fantasize
Beat your ass with every single cousin on my daddy side
Stick it in her mouth, I told her, "You can't be my valentine"
Stand up for my team like Michael Jackson in the Jackson 5
Bad chocolate bitch and she relaxing on the plastic side
White Louis bag and I got pistols and the racks inside
Catch him walking out, I bet that chopper knock him back inside
You know this a robbery, I told him put the cash inside
Cheated on the bitch, she bust my window and she flattened my tire
I don't give a fuck because you pretty, but you not that fine, nah

I cried a hundred nights when Vell died
Still teary-eyed
I cried a hundred nights, I seen no other way
I'ma talk real slick, real smooth on this bitch
I'ma talk, I'ma talk 'bout my niggas
I'ma talk 'bout your niggas
I'ma talk 'bout everybody

On the block, it's a.m. to the p.m.
I'ma kill you if you slide in her DM
Can't go to sleep, I took a Tylenol PM
Top court indicted my lil' bro and I couldn't reach him
They got my brother up the road, I'm yelling free him
Gotta keep a Glock, too many niggas wanna be him
I just got the Rollie bust, I been on parole and such
Don't piss for my PO, I nut, 'cause that bitch fine
She might give me more time, she know she a whole dime, I ain't doing no crimes
Got that pussy locked, I'm talking Fort Myers
I came from the projects, now I'm worldwide
I took my niggas from the hood to Dubai
Never thought that I would cry, that's why

I cried a hundred nights when Vell died
Still teary-eyed
I cried a hundred nights, I seen no other way
I cried a hundred nights
I cried a hundred nights
I cried a hundred nights
I cried a hundred nights

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