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Артист: Young JeezyНазвание : Talk to EmДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop dirty south southern rap hip hop Видео:
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[Chorus] Like the person needs his soul Fight the will to need his own Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute Like the baby needs to cry If you go I swear I`ll die [Verse 1] How the fuck I`m free out here and you locked in there Your whole family acts like I don`t care They don`t know about the nights I just lay in my bed I can`t even sleep, I just lay in my bed Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain Take deep breaths everytime I hear your name You was more than family you was like my brother So when the shit went down it`s like I lost my brother And I wish we could trade places Swear to God dawg wish we could trade places Livin` a life of crime, but it wasn`t your life it was more like mine I often think about the close calls we had And I often think about the close brawls we had And I love my nigga, what you know bout that And I`ll do anything to get golmouf back talk to `em [Chorus] [Verse 2] Mel man you my heart I swear to god Knew you was real man I saw it from the start Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back Even when I was right my nigga had my back We used to laugh, wasn`t shit funny Late night at my grandma house counting money I trust you with my life dawg If I was married, I`d trust you with my wife dawg Any given time a half a mill in your possession You aint called in two days man I still wasn`t stressing Cause when I talk my nigga listen Switch shit, you used to help me with them pigeons Earnest T. won`t talk to me dawg and it hurts She treat a nigga like I`m the scum of the earth In your eyes I couldn`t do no wrong So to you I dedicate this song [Chorus] [Verse 3] Must`ve bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap Knew I was a gangsta I wasn`t going for that Pussy nigga in my yard, talkin` shit Knowin` damn well I was on some G shit Let the whole clip ride and didn`t think Let the whole clip ride and didn`t blink You asked me kindly not to bring the white in the house And then what I do, bring the white in the house Bricks in the attic and you ain`t know Your grandson killin` em, he getting 24 Feds at the door, I`m out of town You ain`t tell em shit, you held me down Now a-days I rock the mic I`m getting paid for that And all the shit I been through I`m getting paid for that Always said I would make it, wish you could see me now But if I tried to tell her, she probably wouldn`t believe me now [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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