Wise Woman
You the truth daddy
Bednot be all in your feelings for pussy
It ain't bout dollar signs
Boy yousa soldier but hold your composure
And don't ever tow the line
I see the niggas you fuckin' with
Be on that sucka shit all the time
You better hope and just pray that them niggas ain't grimy
Keep that in mind
Bednot be all in your feelings for pussy
It ain't bout dollar signs
Boy yousa soldier but hold your composure
And don't ever tow the line
I see the niggas you fuckin' with
Be on that sucka shit all the time
You better hope and just pray that them niggas ain't grimey
Keep that in mind
Keep that in mind
Blunt hanging all on my black lip
Acting like my momma or some
Telling me what to do
Talkin' bout I gotta know who's who
'Fore I do you know what, but it sank through
That's why I stay low key on the west coast
Smoke trees, chickadees get the death stroke
I proceed coping on the best note
Remembered all the shit that I wanted
And now I'm blessed folk
Cause if it wasn't for you shawty
Helping me duck and maneuver
Since I moved out my momma house
When I used to live down by the roundabout
I would've been locked up
Remember finding out you made a move
Out to LA to soon
Would've been sitting shotgun propped up witcha
Now ya bossing up
And I'm the same lil nappy-head
Knuckle-head ass lil nigga
That I've always been from the start with us
Kept it trilly fo'really my dawgy
Don't be silly naire nunnadem want me
I'm the bad guy, bang bang affiliated
Lil D.C. nigga from the south side
Took a household pet and let him roam outside
Now look at me (look at me!)
Look at me (look at me!)
Look at me (look at me!)
Tell me I'm lying
Bednot be all in your feelings for pussy
It ain't bout dollar signs
Boy yousa soldier but hold your composure
And don't ever tow the line
I see the niggas you fuckin' with
Be on that sucka shit all the time
You better hope and just pray that them niggas ain't grimy
Keep that in mind
Bednot be all in your feelings for pussy
It ain't bout dollar signs
Boy yousa soldier but hold your composure
And don't ever tow the line
I see the niggas you fuckin' with
Be on that sucka shit all the time
You better hope and just pray that them niggas ain't grimey
Keep that in mind
Keep that in mind
Bednot be all in your feelings for pussy
It ain't bout dollar signs
Boy yousa soldier but hold your composure
And don't ever tow the line
I see the niggas you fuckin' with
Be on that sucka shit all the time
You better hope and just pray that them niggas ain't grimy
Keep that in mind
Bednot be all in your feelings for pussy
It ain't bout dollar signs
Boy yousa soldier but hold your composure
And don't ever tow the line
I see the niggas you fuckin' with
Be on that sucka shit all the time
You better hope and just pray that them niggas ain't grimey
Keep that in mind
Keep that in mind
Blunt hanging all on my black lip
Acting like my momma or some
Telling me what to do
Talkin' bout I gotta know who's who
'Fore I do you know what, but it sank through
That's why I stay low key on the west coast
Smoke trees, chickadees get the death stroke
I proceed coping on the best note
Remembered all the shit that I wanted
And now I'm blessed folk
Cause if it wasn't for you shawty
Helping me duck and maneuver
Since I moved out my momma house
When I used to live down by the roundabout
I would've been locked up
Remember finding out you made a move
Out to LA to soon
Would've been sitting shotgun propped up witcha
Now ya bossing up
And I'm the same lil nappy-head
Knuckle-head ass lil nigga
That I've always been from the start with us
Kept it trilly fo'really my dawgy
Don't be silly naire nunnadem want me
I'm the bad guy, bang bang affiliated
Lil D.C. nigga from the south side
Took a household pet and let him roam outside
Now look at me (look at me!)
Look at me (look at me!)
Look at me (look at me!)
Tell me I'm lying
Bednot be all in your feelings for pussy
It ain't bout dollar signs
Boy yousa soldier but hold your composure
And don't ever tow the line
I see the niggas you fuckin' with
Be on that sucka shit all the time
You better hope and just pray that them niggas ain't grimy
Keep that in mind
Bednot be all in your feelings for pussy
It ain't bout dollar signs
Boy yousa soldier but hold your composure
And don't ever tow the line
I see the niggas you fuckin' with
Be on that sucka shit all the time
You better hope and just pray that them niggas ain't grimey
Keep that in mind
Keep that in mind
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Writer(s): Bryan Raymond Jackson
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