This ain't love I should have known that shit was all lies
My lil bro went back to sellin ain't no weed it's all pies
Way too many hoes I don't believe in soul ties
Too many coupes I like the way they stop and stare each time I roll by
Dirty money don't know what to do with that
Gave my Brodie 10 he went and spent it all on Percs or sum
Play with me or one my kids I swear to God I'm murkin sum
That lil hoe keep sayin she leavin like that shit gon hurt or sum
I've been tryna pray to God but I don't know what I should ask him for
That's yo bro they hit you post to shoot the hell you passin for
He ain't really bout that and y'all know it why yall gassin him
I don't even like woods but you pack him up I'm passin him
Told my plug it's all good
I been selling dummy bricks he want a pound it's all wood
My lil bro just got a Glock and I been sayin we all should
Who gon really ride for me when I need help they all stood
Hm, That shit was all lies
20 minute drive in handcuffs feel like a long ride
Called my brother Christian told him bail me out they caught me on the wrong side
Can't talk to my mama from a jail line
Thinkin of all the shit I put her through I pray my kids better
If God decide to take her from me I'm just glad my kids met her
Mama don't like tattoos, so Ima get her whole name in big, letters
Big, pockets, always been a big, stepper
Hm, and I could never let them play me
My lil bro ain't 7 foot but he still shoot like KD
Crunch time, my lil bro don't miss, he not JT
Think I'm understanding why they hate me
You can't call me broke can barely call me lazy
Lil hoe broke my heart too many times but she can't break me
I should got a Glock cause I don't even use this safety
She can't pick my pack up she ain't bring that shit back safely
This ain't love I should have known that shit was all lies
My lil bro went back to sellin ain't no weed it's all pies
Way too many hoes I don't believe in soul ties
Too many coupes I like the way they stop and stare each time I roll by
Dirty money don't know what to do with that
Gave my Brodie 10 he went and spent it all on Percs or sum
Play with me or one my kids I swear to God I'm murkin sum
That lil hoe keep sayin she leavin like that shit gon hurt or sum
I just want a Urus with a kit and get it candy painted
All these hoes around I can't decide I pick like three and fainted
This can't be my life I woke up twins or sum on top of me
This can't be my bitch cause she can't weigh my shit up properly
This can't be my jeweler he be settin diamonds sloppy
This can't be my bank account I should be buying property
Hm, I got mob ties
20 minute drive in handcuffs feel like a long ride
Called my brother Christian told him bail me out they caught me on the wrong side
Can't talk to my mama from a jail line
And I could never let them play me
My lil bro ain't 7 foot but he still shoot like KD
Crunch time, my lil bro don't miss, he not JT
4SeasonZ Worth - Long Ride Lyrics
4SeasonZ Worth - Long Ride Lyrics
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This ain't love I should have known that shit was all lies
My lil bro went back to sellin ain't no weed it's all pies
Way too many hoes I don't believe in soul ties
Too many coupes I like the way they stop and stare each time I roll by
Dirty money don't know what to do with that
Gave my Brodie 10 he went and spent it all on Percs or sum
Play with me or one my kids I swear to God I'm murkin sum
That lil hoe keep sayin she leavin like that shit gon hurt or sum
I've been tryna pray to God but I don't know what I should ask him for
That's yo bro they hit you post to shoot the hell you passin for
He ain't really bout that and y'all know it why yall gassin him
I don't even like woods but you pack him up I'm passin him
Told my plug it's all good
I been selling dummy bricks he want a pound it's all wood
My lil bro just got a Glock and I been sayin we all should
Who gon really ride for me when I need help they all stood
Hm, That shit was all lies
20 minute drive in handcuffs feel like a long ride
Called my brother Christian told him bail me out they caught me on the wrong side
Can't talk to my mama from a jail line
Thinkin of all the shit I put her through I pray my kids better
If God decide to take her from me I'm just glad my kids met her
Mama don't like tattoos, so Ima get her whole name in big, letters
Big, pockets, always been a big, stepper
Hm, and I could never let them play me
My lil bro ain't 7 foot but he still shoot like KD
Crunch time, my lil bro don't miss, he not JT
Think I'm understanding why they hate me
You can't call me broke can barely call me lazy
Lil hoe broke my heart too many times but she can't break me
I should got a Glock cause I don't even use this safety
She can't pick my pack up she ain't bring that shit back safely
This ain't love I should have known that shit was all lies
My lil bro went back to sellin ain't no weed it's all pies
Way too many hoes I don't believe in soul ties
Too many coupes I like the way they stop and stare each time I roll by
Dirty money don't know what to do with that
Gave my Brodie 10 he went and spent it all on Percs or sum
Play with me or one my kids I swear to God I'm murkin sum
That lil hoe keep sayin she leavin like that shit gon hurt or sum
I just want a Urus with a kit and get it candy painted
All these hoes around I can't decide I pick like three and fainted
This can't be my life I woke up twins or sum on top of me
This can't be my bitch cause she can't weigh my shit up properly
This can't be my jeweler he be settin diamonds sloppy
This can't be my bank account I should be buying property
Hm, I got mob ties
20 minute drive in handcuffs feel like a long ride
Called my brother Christian told him bail me out they caught me on the wrong side
Can't talk to my mama from a jail line
And I could never let them play me
My lil bro ain't 7 foot but he still shoot like KD
Crunch time, my lil bro don't miss, he not JT
My lil bro went back to sellin ain't no weed it's all pies
Way too many hoes I don't believe in soul ties
Too many coupes I like the way they stop and stare each time I roll by
Dirty money don't know what to do with that
Gave my Brodie 10 he went and spent it all on Percs or sum
Play with me or one my kids I swear to God I'm murkin sum
That lil hoe keep sayin she leavin like that shit gon hurt or sum
I've been tryna pray to God but I don't know what I should ask him for
That's yo bro they hit you post to shoot the hell you passin for
He ain't really bout that and y'all know it why yall gassin him
I don't even like woods but you pack him up I'm passin him
Told my plug it's all good
I been selling dummy bricks he want a pound it's all wood
My lil bro just got a Glock and I been sayin we all should
Who gon really ride for me when I need help they all stood
Hm, That shit was all lies
20 minute drive in handcuffs feel like a long ride
Called my brother Christian told him bail me out they caught me on the wrong side
Can't talk to my mama from a jail line
Thinkin of all the shit I put her through I pray my kids better
If God decide to take her from me I'm just glad my kids met her
Mama don't like tattoos, so Ima get her whole name in big, letters
Big, pockets, always been a big, stepper
Hm, and I could never let them play me
My lil bro ain't 7 foot but he still shoot like KD
Crunch time, my lil bro don't miss, he not JT
Think I'm understanding why they hate me
You can't call me broke can barely call me lazy
Lil hoe broke my heart too many times but she can't break me
I should got a Glock cause I don't even use this safety
She can't pick my pack up she ain't bring that shit back safely
This ain't love I should have known that shit was all lies
My lil bro went back to sellin ain't no weed it's all pies
Way too many hoes I don't believe in soul ties
Too many coupes I like the way they stop and stare each time I roll by
Dirty money don't know what to do with that
Gave my Brodie 10 he went and spent it all on Percs or sum
Play with me or one my kids I swear to God I'm murkin sum
That lil hoe keep sayin she leavin like that shit gon hurt or sum
I just want a Urus with a kit and get it candy painted
All these hoes around I can't decide I pick like three and fainted
This can't be my life I woke up twins or sum on top of me
This can't be my bitch cause she can't weigh my shit up properly
This can't be my jeweler he be settin diamonds sloppy
This can't be my bank account I should be buying property
Hm, I got mob ties
20 minute drive in handcuffs feel like a long ride
Called my brother Christian told him bail me out they caught me on the wrong side
Can't talk to my mama from a jail line
And I could never let them play me
My lil bro ain't 7 foot but he still shoot like KD
Crunch time, my lil bro don't miss, he not JT
Writer: Anfernee Thomas
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