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Woofin

 

Woofin

(альбом: Demon & Mufasa - 2020)


(Lil Reece produced it...)

(What are you nigga made out of metal? You must be made out of metal, I hope so)

Why niggas woofin on the Gram like they can't get touched?
Where I'm from the innocent turn angel dust
Living in hell, I can't tell you what an angel was
Went to church asked the preacher do he pray for thugs
Heard they want me on that tee but ain't brave enough
And I was really in that field you ain't slave enough
Stacking for the rainy days, you ain't save enough
In that jungle with the wolves you ain't safe enough

I hate to see them loved ones start to changing up
Life a gamble, get the dice, won't you shake it up
Bitch I'm really authentic I can't make shit up
Turn your brother to a picture, have you hang it up
My circle been closed for years you can't hang wit' us
To get where I wanna be I just can't give up
And I been feeling like I'm falling and I can't get up
Nigga claim he want smoke nigga take a puff
When that pressure on, we wit' all that
I'm the man in this bitch, nigga all caps
I ain't listening to niggas they be all cap
Nigga not one opinion nigga all facts
Don't say you love me if you can't tell me why
And the way a nigga live it feel televised
Like my bitch hella rude, never hella nice
If them Cooks don't stink they ain't smelling right
I can knock a rich bitch with no second try
Nigga we ain't decorate better recognize
You niggas running from the truth with them selling lies
I done stopped going to parties, hard to catch a vibe
All you hear is gunshots if you mess with mine
Trying to focus on myself focus next in line
Told my girl, "Don't wanna rush, can we give it time?"
When I'm gone on that road is it even mine?
Yeah I hope so, but I don't know so
When we was young niggas, we was grown folks
When it's war time, niggas no shows
When it come to Ben Frank I got a boat load
All my niggas big dogs y'all some bozos
And I been balling for a minute I might go broke
SOB bitch betcha I'm in go mode
Feel like Deebo in this bitch, worried 'bout no hoes

Why niggas woofin on the Gram like they can't get touched?
Why niggas woofin on the Gram like they can't get touched?
Why niggas woofin on the Gram like they can't get touched?
Why niggas woofin on the Gram like they can't get touched?

Why niggas woofin on the Gram like they can't get touched?
Where I'm from the innocent turn angel dust
Living in hell, I can't tell you what an angel was
Went to church asked the preacher do he pray for thugs
Heard they want me on that tee but ain't brave enough
And I was really in that field you ain't slave enough
Stacking for the rainy days, you ain't save enough
In that jungle with the wolves you ain't safe enough

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