SOS (feat. Chuckstaaa)

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Hey TLC set oie put him to sleep man
Grim and be the one that eat Chop sounds Burn up
Made it hard for me to sleep so I jumped into the streets
Mama worried, couldn't even sleep
Wasn't really good at selling stuff so we just stuck him up
Like bro whoever run here selling stuff just make him give it up
He get Puffa acting tough over Kill 10 wasn't enough

If blood get stuff for dead but the pack on say runs
After our Nu, I kick her around
I thought that she might set me Upy Tuck
Right around C lowing the Billy truck hanging
So we little tin it up, show us one up in the head
We ain't worried about loading none

Nos, no glory on the road
The ridges standing on still still tall on that business catching fish ball
And we going throw a tantrum it up big like we going camping
What I spent on my kid, you can only fathom 300,000.

That's the dumb payment on the man
And the churches linked against the hood of the Fanm Street nigga
From the jungle living like we double, double
Double loss
Double park in front your nana house don't want no par
Go bananas out catch back on the dead end
Double back and do a tail spin.
S wv we making rain down all of this fancy footwork

I feel like James Brown right back on top
I came up cause I stayed down a couple of my outs
He set up shopping the same time chess got that thingy
Yo. You know he trained to go
He laying slide out quick as terrain.
I know she young stone running Leo nose running

Run up on your phone running and hit you with the whole honey
Nos no glory on the road
The ridges standing on school still tall on that business
Catching fish balling

Like we going throw a tantrum it up big like we going camping
What I spent on my kid, you can only fathom 300,000
That's the dumb payment on the man
And the churches linked against the hood of the Fanm Street nigga
From the jungle living like we double clever



Credits
Writer(s): Boldy James, Chuck Staaa, Richard Parry
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