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| 18 Dec 2014 03:53 PM |
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYtIq-3x1mc
(Verse One) I say, then she say, he said, "You the type of (n) I wanna leave dead," Honestly, Y'all can't break bread for (s) Once I'm poppin' this, they coppin' a bunch a clips, They don't wanna pop diss, so they just pop heads, They want a better future, nothing that they're pops had, When he was overcame by the shot glass, Man, they still remember when Pac passed, That's a real OG,
(Chorus) One time for my Chitown sisters One time for my Chitown hos Lame (n) can't tell the difference One time for a (n) who know Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved
(Verse Two) I remember story telling about things before stories told, Now I tell things so these people know, How I came up, Out the ringer, Middle, Finger, To those whoever doubted me, These cowards only in persuit of power, Man, we could go 'till the day's final hours, We could go 'till the final hour! Sellin' powder, pistol in the trousers, Only my dogs bark louder, Than these shotguns, These raps like the game Michaels shot one, Don't come in threes, come in ones, so don't come at me!
(Chorus) One time for my Chitown sisters One time for my Chitown hos Lame (n) can't tell the difference One time for a (n) who know Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved Don't save her She don't wanna be saved |
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| 18 Dec 2014 03:59 PM |
| the name and the chorus sounds like a 80's rock song |
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