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DOVES FLY (feat. TD) Video (MV)




Performed By: TEAMWHOME
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Tyvin Simplis, Shad Allbritton




TEAMWHOME - DOVES FLY (feat. TD) Lyrics




I wake up every morning on that motherf*ckin' grind
They couldn't see it, them motherf*ckers blind They ain't give me shit, had to take it on em
Always kept it real, wasn't fakin' on em It's either love or hate, what else could
It be

I'm a shooter on the court and it's the same in the streets
There's plenty ways to die, one is aiming at me
I swear to God that I'm the man I always said I would be
I told you something happened to me and you ain't protect me

You try to say you ain't believe me as you disrespect me
Man, you never had my back, in fact, you may resent me in a way
Cause everything I say you try to use against me
That's on my only daughter, this shit deeper than rap

And all the pain that I endured, help me be where I'm at
That's why I'm thankful, yeah, I thank you Lord
I thank you just in case I never thanked you for it
Feel me, Sippi look, red or blue pill What would you do when the same niggas you

Love got hate in they blood
The homie talked about me bad, then asked to borrow a dub
I just gave him a look, already knew what it was
Sippi

Niggas hatin, fakin' love I'm just prayin' that these doves fly
Niggas hatin, fakin' love I'm just prayin' that these doves fly
Niggas actin' like they real, they been hatin' for a long time
Niggas hatin, fakin' love I'm just prayin' that these doves fly

Niggas always poppin' it, talkin' all that ra-ra shit
Niggas really hatin' cause I bust down my accomplishments
All this fame and money, just show me who a opp and shit
Really gettin' money, I just spent it on my bottom, bitch

Baby hold me down like silence on them loud nights
Into the streets, how you make it? That don't sound right
Lost so many homies and I'm paranoid
Lost a lot of fam, I can't fill a void

Married to the game, two seat, got the Glocks out
See a car creepin, ain't dough get the mop out
Hood rich, bought a whole world in a lockout
And they off the block if I'm hearin' that the cops out

Find another chug, I'ma chase it like
Baby, I'm the plug if you really need some
Niggas really jealous, but I never understood
Niggas really jealous, but I never understood

Niggas hatin, fakin' love
I'm just prayin' that these doves fly
Niggas hatin, fakin' love
I'm just prayin' that these doves fly

Niggas acting like they real
They been hatin' for a long time
Niggas hatin, fakin' love
I'm just prayin' that these doves fly
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English

I wake up every morning on that motherf*ckin' grind
They couldn't see it, them motherf*ckers blind They ain't give me shit, had to take it on em
Always kept it real, wasn't fakin' on em It's either love or hate, what else could
It be

I'm a shooter on the court and it's the same in the streets
There's plenty ways to die, one is aiming at me
I swear to God that I'm the man I always said I would be
I told you something happened to me and you ain't protect me

You try to say you ain't believe me as you disrespect me
Man, you never had my back, in fact, you may resent me in a way
Cause everything I say you try to use against me
That's on my only daughter, this shit deeper than rap

And all the pain that I endured, help me be where I'm at
That's why I'm thankful, yeah, I thank you Lord
I thank you just in case I never thanked you for it
Feel me, Sippi look, red or blue pill What would you do when the same niggas you

Love got hate in they blood
The homie talked about me bad, then asked to borrow a dub
I just gave him a look, already knew what it was
Sippi

Niggas hatin, fakin' love I'm just prayin' that these doves fly
Niggas hatin, fakin' love I'm just prayin' that these doves fly
Niggas actin' like they real, they been hatin' for a long time
Niggas hatin, fakin' love I'm just prayin' that these doves fly

Niggas always poppin' it, talkin' all that ra-ra shit
Niggas really hatin' cause I bust down my accomplishments
All this fame and money, just show me who a opp and shit
Really gettin' money, I just spent it on my bottom, bitch

Baby hold me down like silence on them loud nights
Into the streets, how you make it? That don't sound right
Lost so many homies and I'm paranoid
Lost a lot of fam, I can't fill a void

Married to the game, two seat, got the Glocks out
See a car creepin, ain't dough get the mop out
Hood rich, bought a whole world in a lockout
And they off the block if I'm hearin' that the cops out

Find another chug, I'ma chase it like
Baby, I'm the plug if you really need some
Niggas really jealous, but I never understood
Niggas really jealous, but I never understood

Niggas hatin, fakin' love
I'm just prayin' that these doves fly
Niggas hatin, fakin' love
I'm just prayin' that these doves fly

Niggas acting like they real
They been hatin' for a long time
Niggas hatin, fakin' love
I'm just prayin' that these doves fly
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Writer: Tyvin Simplis, Shad Allbritton
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