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Plan B

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Plan B - ShooterGang Kony Lyrics








[Intro]

I like it

I was gassing?

Alright



[Verse]

Look, pride, that's an evil thing

Quit that yellin' in my face

You the type that wanna buy when I'm selling dreams

Get mad at the dream when I was selling it to them

We a team, that ain't something that you intervene

And she my queen, only problem is she sting a lot

And I don't keep an open heart because I bleed a lot

Goes to show, that's the reason why I keep a Glock

I need a love and thought that I would find it tryna sleep her out

Cold game, baby, wipe your nose 'cause it's running

Every time I turn around, you think a nigga up to something

I told you I was tired, must've thought that I was bluffing

Yeah, temptation is a bitch, but do I look like David Ruffin, dawg?

Since you treat me like I'm nothin', I'll be somethin', dawg

Ridin' in the foreign, why you doubtin'? Wanna touch it, dawg?

Had a lil' money buy y'all problems made me fuck it off

You can't stand the fact that everybody wanna fuck me, dawg?

I prayed you'd be a better person

You ain't have to bring a nigga down with you 'cause you really hurting

Cherish every day with you 'cause the feds lurking

Working hard, you don't even call it working

You just think I sit back, waiting on these curtains

I'm dying in my heart, bitch, you think that I'm out flirting

I love you lil' Bray 'cause you keep my world turning

When I found true love, I figured every bitch purping

Every bitch hurting, yeah, all these bitches hurting

I don't need your pussy, bitch, I'd rather use the Jergens

Dirty ass skank, here, I bought you some detergent

See you ridin' with a sucker, then I'm flippin' the Suburban, nigga

This love ain't nothin' to die 'bout

Your love ain't nothin' to cry 'bout

My heart broke, you just watched blood dry out

I'm still in these streets, these niggas ain't made tryouts

You bleed, I bleed

No gas, both tanks on E

Made it clear you could count on me

Every round on me

I got burned to the first degree

Someone said they won't love me for free

What's plan B? Look



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