Have I Told You?
Ay man shoutout Kissimmee
Man one time
Yessir
Look
Stories bout the K bruh
I got about a thousand
They lovin how I'm dressing
I keep that shit a thousand
I think it's cuz I'm from the Islands
Shoutout all my primos
Look at what we did folk
This the life I live for
Screamin out my window
Get money and win bro
Look at where we been bro
In this life of sin bro
Coulda took the wrong route
Momma gotta grin tho
Where do I begin tho
Cut up all my shins
Cuz I prayed to God
I repent for all my sins
Look
But im off that bad juice
I pull up it's bad news
Got me in my bag dude
I don't mean to brag boo
Kick game going nuts
Call these shits my cashews
Don't be mad because the youngin passed you
You spoiled niggas always take Shit for granted
My momma was my daddy bruh You'll never understand it
Enough of that tho don't get me In my feelins
I been hungry lately I'm about to Make a killin look
It's crazy how even in the times We face
We find a way
Me I grind my nights and mind My days
And still I pray to heavens gates
To shine that light and lead my Way
I be smooth Jay or be Jay smooth
Whichever ya boo say
Aint nothing I can't do
Sorry bruh I can't lose
This a life I aint choose
Tryna be my main scoop
Baby I could tame you
Baby he a lame you fuckin up the Game
I done went and gave you
But I remember nights that
I aint get no fuckin sleep
Thinking bout them days that we aint have nothing to eat
Sleepin with no heat
It was bad times
Got me in my bag time
I was mad time
I'm missin my dad time
Why he not around
What I do to let him down
But listen
Look
This aint the same kid ya knew Momma
I done grew momma
I pursued momma
I'm that dude momma
Who woulda knew
I used to get payed to fix clothes
Now I get laid and I dick hoes down
Pardon me
Im young and dumb
I'm just Tryna do the dash quick
All up in a fast whip
All these niggas dead to me Someone get the casket
Stories bout my life lit
Boy you can't imagine
Momma can't know none of this
Boy she wasn't havin it
All these niggas swear they fly I'm worried bout the baggage
Niggas beefin bout a bitch I'm worried bout the cabbage
Tryna ball like 21 I'm feelin like a Savage
All the shit we been through
I just knew I wasn't average
I'm a mufuckin problem man
Have I
Have I
Have I told you
So when I get down just hold me
In your lovin arms
One hunnit
Man one time
Yessir
Look
Stories bout the K bruh
I got about a thousand
They lovin how I'm dressing
I keep that shit a thousand
I think it's cuz I'm from the Islands
Shoutout all my primos
Look at what we did folk
This the life I live for
Screamin out my window
Get money and win bro
Look at where we been bro
In this life of sin bro
Coulda took the wrong route
Momma gotta grin tho
Where do I begin tho
Cut up all my shins
Cuz I prayed to God
I repent for all my sins
Look
But im off that bad juice
I pull up it's bad news
Got me in my bag dude
I don't mean to brag boo
Kick game going nuts
Call these shits my cashews
Don't be mad because the youngin passed you
You spoiled niggas always take Shit for granted
My momma was my daddy bruh You'll never understand it
Enough of that tho don't get me In my feelins
I been hungry lately I'm about to Make a killin look
It's crazy how even in the times We face
We find a way
Me I grind my nights and mind My days
And still I pray to heavens gates
To shine that light and lead my Way
I be smooth Jay or be Jay smooth
Whichever ya boo say
Aint nothing I can't do
Sorry bruh I can't lose
This a life I aint choose
Tryna be my main scoop
Baby I could tame you
Baby he a lame you fuckin up the Game
I done went and gave you
But I remember nights that
I aint get no fuckin sleep
Thinking bout them days that we aint have nothing to eat
Sleepin with no heat
It was bad times
Got me in my bag time
I was mad time
I'm missin my dad time
Why he not around
What I do to let him down
But listen
Look
This aint the same kid ya knew Momma
I done grew momma
I pursued momma
I'm that dude momma
Who woulda knew
I used to get payed to fix clothes
Now I get laid and I dick hoes down
Pardon me
Im young and dumb
I'm just Tryna do the dash quick
All up in a fast whip
All these niggas dead to me Someone get the casket
Stories bout my life lit
Boy you can't imagine
Momma can't know none of this
Boy she wasn't havin it
All these niggas swear they fly I'm worried bout the baggage
Niggas beefin bout a bitch I'm worried bout the cabbage
Tryna ball like 21 I'm feelin like a Savage
All the shit we been through
I just knew I wasn't average
I'm a mufuckin problem man
Have I
Have I
Have I told you
So when I get down just hold me
In your lovin arms
One hunnit
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Writer(s): Jhostyng Cruz
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