North
I'm the type of nigga who would fashion a show
Instead of hating' on me, go get a bag, lil' ho
Yeah my shorty think, I got a bad lil' ho
I'm a nigga from the north, where it rains bad as it snow
I've been doin' different these days
I gave trust to ho, no matter what she say
Chillin' with the bros, swagging' with the gang
I swear this bitch can't go if she can't put in pain
Ron get into it
I just deal with the pain, don't gotta be zooted, no
Left this girl alone, now she finna lose it
And when she hear my song, she fiending like she stupid
Girl, we can't get along, even with the help of Cupid
Girl, I fucked up, yeah, I know, I know
But now it's just us, we can take it slow
I want you on that basic ho
She callin' me boo cause I ain't her bro
Yeah, I'm that nigga, how ain't you know
I'm a king, just like Tut
She want me, but I don't give a fuck
His bih on me, come and get your slut
Girl, it's over, we cannot adjust
I don't even got no time to fuss
Fifth grade, I was nobody's crush
Damn, now I'm fuckin' on your bitch
Fuckin' on your shit
And you poppin' mollies to get over it
I remember, I ain't even exist
Now ridin' around with your bitch
That snow fall doesn't it, that snow fall doesn't it
I'm the type of nigga who would fashion a show
Instead of hatin' on me, go get a bag, lil' ho
Yeah, my shorty thick, I got a bad, lil' ho
I'm a nigga from the north, where it rains bad as it snow
Yeah, it rain bad as the snow
Instead of hating' on me, go get a bag, lil' ho
Yeah my shorty think, I got a bad lil' ho
I'm a nigga from the north, where it rains bad as it snow
I've been doin' different these days
I gave trust to ho, no matter what she say
Chillin' with the bros, swagging' with the gang
I swear this bitch can't go if she can't put in pain
Ron get into it
I just deal with the pain, don't gotta be zooted, no
Left this girl alone, now she finna lose it
And when she hear my song, she fiending like she stupid
Girl, we can't get along, even with the help of Cupid
Girl, I fucked up, yeah, I know, I know
But now it's just us, we can take it slow
I want you on that basic ho
She callin' me boo cause I ain't her bro
Yeah, I'm that nigga, how ain't you know
I'm a king, just like Tut
She want me, but I don't give a fuck
His bih on me, come and get your slut
Girl, it's over, we cannot adjust
I don't even got no time to fuss
Fifth grade, I was nobody's crush
Damn, now I'm fuckin' on your bitch
Fuckin' on your shit
And you poppin' mollies to get over it
I remember, I ain't even exist
Now ridin' around with your bitch
That snow fall doesn't it, that snow fall doesn't it
I'm the type of nigga who would fashion a show
Instead of hatin' on me, go get a bag, lil' ho
Yeah, my shorty thick, I got a bad, lil' ho
I'm a nigga from the north, where it rains bad as it snow
Yeah, it rain bad as the snow
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Writer(s): Karon Lovett
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