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Old ways Video (MV)




Performed By: B.Baby
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Chase Ferebee




B.Baby - Old ways Lyrics
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I can never go back to my old ways
I was locked up inside the cell
I was Moving too fast, wasn't living at my own Pace
Back then i Kept getting in trouble, never Listen to my people
We were never on the same page back then
Sneaking girls inside the crib, got caught
Mama kept asking if I got laid, uh uh
I can never go back to my old ways
Tell me, why would I care what that lil nigga say?
Just stacking the cheese in my own lane
I Been thinking, how'd it go wrong?
Growing up, kept having these bad ways
Getting in trouble, ain't know right from wrong
Not listening to what my dad say
Had to tighten up, now look at my money, I'm running it up
Call up my twin, I bet he keep it tucked
Why you keep talking, I don't give a huh
Why you keep talking, baby, just shut up
Ima be Whipping in a foreign, Ime whipping all The foreign trucks
Let me tell a story, mama woke me up
Saw the vape in my bed, lost all the glory
Found my dad's gun, ain't know what it was
Told my friends I had a 40, or was it a high point or a 30?
Locked up with a pole, so glad it's not dirty
Saw my mama shedding tears, I couldn't take it, oh no no
All this pain inside of my body, I can't fake it, Oh no no
If I give you a gun and tell you to shoot me, Would you take it, oh no no?
Can't even talk to my people 'bout all this pain That I'm taking, oh no no
I can never go back to my old ways
I was locked up inside the cell
Moving too fast, not living at my own pace
Kept getting in trouble, never listening to my people
We were never on the same page back then
Sneaking girls inside the crib, got caught
Mama kept asking if I got laid, uh uh
I can never go back to my old ways
Tell me, why would I care what that lil nigga say?
Just stacking the cheese in my own lane
Been thinking, how'd it go wrong?
Growing up, kept having these bad ways
Getting in trouble, ain't know right from wrong
Not listening to what my dad say
Had to tighten up, now look at my money, I'm running it up
Call up my twin, I bet he keep it tucked
Why you keep talking, I don't give a huh
Why you keep talking, baby, just shut up
Ima Be Whipping in a foreign, Im be whipping all The foreign trucks
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English

I can never go back to my old ways
I was locked up inside the cell
I was Moving too fast, wasn't living at my own Pace
Back then i Kept getting in trouble, never Listen to my people
We were never on the same page back then
Sneaking girls inside the crib, got caught
Mama kept asking if I got laid, uh uh
I can never go back to my old ways
Tell me, why would I care what that lil nigga say?
Just stacking the cheese in my own lane
I Been thinking, how'd it go wrong?
Growing up, kept having these bad ways
Getting in trouble, ain't know right from wrong
Not listening to what my dad say
Had to tighten up, now look at my money, I'm running it up
Call up my twin, I bet he keep it tucked
Why you keep talking, I don't give a huh
Why you keep talking, baby, just shut up
Ima be Whipping in a foreign, Ime whipping all The foreign trucks
Let me tell a story, mama woke me up
Saw the vape in my bed, lost all the glory
Found my dad's gun, ain't know what it was
Told my friends I had a 40, or was it a high point or a 30?
Locked up with a pole, so glad it's not dirty
Saw my mama shedding tears, I couldn't take it, oh no no
All this pain inside of my body, I can't fake it, Oh no no
If I give you a gun and tell you to shoot me, Would you take it, oh no no?
Can't even talk to my people 'bout all this pain That I'm taking, oh no no
I can never go back to my old ways
I was locked up inside the cell
Moving too fast, not living at my own pace
Kept getting in trouble, never listening to my people
We were never on the same page back then
Sneaking girls inside the crib, got caught
Mama kept asking if I got laid, uh uh
I can never go back to my old ways
Tell me, why would I care what that lil nigga say?
Just stacking the cheese in my own lane
Been thinking, how'd it go wrong?
Growing up, kept having these bad ways
Getting in trouble, ain't know right from wrong
Not listening to what my dad say
Had to tighten up, now look at my money, I'm running it up
Call up my twin, I bet he keep it tucked
Why you keep talking, I don't give a huh
Why you keep talking, baby, just shut up
Ima Be Whipping in a foreign, Im be whipping all The foreign trucks
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Writer: Chase Ferebee
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