Paroles de la chanson Where I'm From par TrapBoy Freddy

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Paroles de la chanson Where I'm From par TrapBoy Freddy

G&B
Fell off a hundred times
You gotta get back on
Loss after loss
Need to get back on
GMB

Fell off a hundred times
You gotta get back on
Have you ever fucked a pack off?
Had to go patch on
Walkin' down the street
And watchin’ people pass you on
They give you a hard time
When you comin' up where I'm from
Fell off a hundred times

You gotta get back on
Have you ever fucked a pack off?
Had to go patch on
Walkin’ down the street
And watchin' people pass you on
They give you a hard time
When you comin' up where I'm from

Gotta take your time out on that block
Can't be impatient (Impatient)
That money turn your friends to haters
Gotta watch their faces (Faces)
Youngest nigga on the block
We bust the hood wide open
While you was sleepin', we was eatin'
On the block we smokin'
Laws hit the corner, better run
Everybody chuckin’ guns

Hit the fence, you better jump
Run, Forrest, run
Old niggas mad at you
Gotta buy you a pistol
I don’t give a fuck about no nigga
I'm gon’ flip me some niggas
Get your dope, gotta open up
Cook it, lock it up
Get that rock hot, pop it off
Drop it in the cold
Had a long day
Smoked too much weed out the baggy
Next nigga come for us
That mean he gotta have it

Fell off a hundred times
You gotta get back on
Have you ever fucked a pack off?

Had to go patch on
Walkin' down the street
And watchin' people pass you on
They give you a hard time
When you comin' up where I’m from
Fell off a hundred times
You gotta get back on
Have you ever fucked a pack off?
Had to go patch on
Walkin' down the street
And watchin' people pass you on
They give you a hard time
When you comin' up where I'm from

I ran that psycho, crazy
Now they on my dick like stupid
I was trappin' hard on Maywood
When I got that plug for cruisers

I would bust them packs down
We'd sell 'em by the deuces
Back in my candy red box
When I was jammin Boosie
Ain't go to school
'Cause we was trappin' hard in them trenches
And every time I went I swear to God
I always missed shit
I used to sell my weed at school
When I was suspended
I remember the time I got caught
When I was servin' them bitches
They gave me sixty days CP
I was in detention
I told my mama ain't goin' back
Baby, I'm in the trenches
Break a brick down, I'ma hit a lick now
Cover your shit, mask up, baby get down

Fell off a hundred times
You gotta get back on
Have you ever fucked a pack off?
Had to go patch on
Walkin' down the street
And watchin' people pass you on
They give you a hard time
When you comin' up where I'm from
Fell off a hundred times
You gotta get back on
Have you ever fucked a pack off?
Had to go patch on
Walkin' down the street
And watchin' people pass you on
They give you a hard time
When you comin' up where I'm from

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