I NEED MY NIGGA

You been working all day
Not a 9-5 it's hard to explain
Only real niggas know what its like to move that weight
Tryna make ends meet keep your head on straight
Aww yea...
You got a duffle full of trouble you aint sleeping at night (Ahhh)
Protect your mind body spirit while you living this life (Ahhh)
If they judging baby they aint doing it right (Ahhh)
Just keep them bands on hand and that glock out of sight, alright (Ahhh)

Please oh God bring him home for dinner
I need my nigga, I need my nigga oh
Please oh God dont let em catch him slipping
I need my nigga, I need my nigga oh

Our father which are in heaven
Please let him make this play
I know he out here living real reckless
But he dont know no other way
You got no heart for these niggas but good loving for me (Ahhh)
You ruthless in these streets but you gentle with me (Ahhh)
Loving like a long, no Rip (Ahhh)
Long Live dope boys from the west to the east, be free (Ahhh)

Please oh God bring him home for dinner
I need my nigga, I need my nigga oh
Please oh God dont let em catch him slipping
I need my nigga, I need my nigga oh

When you on the road moving on the low I'll say a prayer
Keep ya eyes up baby beware
When you in trouble call me on the phone, ill be right there
Baby I'll post ya bail
Hey what's up
Hey babe, I'm worried about you
Worried, aint nothing to worry about
Well what time you coming home?
I made some neckbones, and some cornbread and some black eyed peas
Damn all that
Yea I just want you to come home, I miss you
I miss you too, ill be over there

Please oh God bring him home for dinner
I need my nigga, I need my nigga oh
Please oh God dont let em catch him slipping
I need my nigga, I need my nigga oh

When you the road
Moving on the low
When you in trouble
Call me on the phone



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Wynn
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