She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's some drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
Yeah, you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
Guess there's no one like me, I see there's none, none, none
Really, honestly, they just like all of my sons, sons, sons
Okay, now, business always business, I'm talkin' dun, dun, duns
Playin' with all of these checks, I'm havin' fun, fun, fun
Pop said, no, them not your bro, bro, bro
Santa clause to y'all women, I'm talkin' ho, ho, hoes
But a bitch can't get shit if we not f*ckin, f*ckin, f*ckin
Baby mama givin' me lip, I guess it's something after something
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's them drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
Yeah, you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
Tell me life for real, why you frontin, frontin, frontin
If this your shit, then bump this shit
So now we bumpin, bumpin, bumpin
If you tryin' to stay free, then say none, none, none
Bro did his bid, came home
Y'all know how he was comin, women come and go
So I keep quiet for my peace
Keisha, Nina, Nessa, Tina, and a couple hoes from East
On the net with Nation Business, that's a no, no, no
It's gon' be a fat policeman at your door, door, door
Hello
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's some drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
You say you want this bread, come get this crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
If you want me, you can find me right outside Chicago
Six-zero-five-zero-six, Eastside Westside six-three-zero
Think I'm drunk from one shot, not at all, not at all
Couldn't wait to grow up so I can ball with my dawgs
Dey got me f*cked up, f*ck this job, f*ck this job
Know a few heavy steppers that'll mobbed or they'll rob
Flyin' down 290, goin' fast, fast, fast
Thick hoochie from out West, I'm talkin' ass, ass, ass
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's them drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
And you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's them drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
And you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
#MakeThatTrellFace
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She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's some drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
Yeah, you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
Guess there's no one like me, I see there's none, none, none
Really, honestly, they just like all of my sons, sons, sons
Okay, now, business always business, I'm talkin' dun, dun, duns
Playin' with all of these checks, I'm havin' fun, fun, fun
Pop said, no, them not your bro, bro, bro
Santa clause to y'all women, I'm talkin' ho, ho, hoes
But a bitch can't get shit if we not f*ckin, f*ckin, f*ckin
Baby mama givin' me lip, I guess it's something after something
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's them drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
Yeah, you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
Tell me life for real, why you frontin, frontin, frontin
If this your shit, then bump this shit
So now we bumpin, bumpin, bumpin
If you tryin' to stay free, then say none, none, none
Bro did his bid, came home
Y'all know how he was comin, women come and go
So I keep quiet for my peace
Keisha, Nina, Nessa, Tina, and a couple hoes from East
On the net with Nation Business, that's a no, no, no
It's gon' be a fat policeman at your door, door, door
Hello
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's some drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
You say you want this bread, come get this crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
If you want me, you can find me right outside Chicago
Six-zero-five-zero-six, Eastside Westside six-three-zero
Think I'm drunk from one shot, not at all, not at all
Couldn't wait to grow up so I can ball with my dawgs
Dey got me f*cked up, f*ck this job, f*ck this job
Know a few heavy steppers that'll mobbed or they'll rob
Flyin' down 290, goin' fast, fast, fast
Thick hoochie from out West, I'm talkin' ass, ass, ass
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's them drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
And you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's them drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
And you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
#MakeThatTrellFace
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's some drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
Yeah, you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
Guess there's no one like me, I see there's none, none, none
Really, honestly, they just like all of my sons, sons, sons
Okay, now, business always business, I'm talkin' dun, dun, duns
Playin' with all of these checks, I'm havin' fun, fun, fun
Pop said, no, them not your bro, bro, bro
Santa clause to y'all women, I'm talkin' ho, ho, hoes
But a bitch can't get shit if we not f*ckin, f*ckin, f*ckin
Baby mama givin' me lip, I guess it's something after something
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's them drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
Yeah, you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
Tell me life for real, why you frontin, frontin, frontin
If this your shit, then bump this shit
So now we bumpin, bumpin, bumpin
If you tryin' to stay free, then say none, none, none
Bro did his bid, came home
Y'all know how he was comin, women come and go
So I keep quiet for my peace
Keisha, Nina, Nessa, Tina, and a couple hoes from East
On the net with Nation Business, that's a no, no, no
It's gon' be a fat policeman at your door, door, door
Hello
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's some drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
You say you want this bread, come get this crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
If you want me, you can find me right outside Chicago
Six-zero-five-zero-six, Eastside Westside six-three-zero
Think I'm drunk from one shot, not at all, not at all
Couldn't wait to grow up so I can ball with my dawgs
Dey got me f*cked up, f*ck this job, f*ck this job
Know a few heavy steppers that'll mobbed or they'll rob
Flyin' down 290, goin' fast, fast, fast
Thick hoochie from out West, I'm talkin' ass, ass, ass
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's them drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
And you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
She say, damn, I really need you, I'm in love, love, love
Shorty you tweakin' off them pills, that's them drugs, drugs, drugs
I ain't ask nobody for shit, cause I'm the plug, plug, plug
And you say you want this bread, come get these crumbs, crumbs, crumbs
#MakeThatTrellFace
Writer: Martrell Webb
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