Push me to the edge and watch me hu hu
Push me to the edge and watch me spill something
Got to much heart to be played wit I'll
Push me to the edge and watch me spill something
Got too much heart to be played with I'll kill someone
If I go won't leave my kids starving leave a mill or something
Got off my ass a real man ain't gone starve for nothing
Just know if it's ever a case I ain't start nothing
Niggas turned ghost on me city must be haunted
No test to study still couldn't keep that shit ah hunnit
And I'll this pape on a Nigga bitch I can die a mummy
I love my dawgs to death but doggy how you still hungry
Get that job til that street hustle work or something
F*ck them bitches if I blow we ball a hunnit summers
F*ck them bitches if I blow we ball a hunnit summers
The f*ck I look like going fed we don't f*ck under covers
I got too much in my head to think if this bitch is for me
Tell my old bitch make my bed since love killed the youngin
Nigga think he play with me I'll play on murder
That stick on me new STD this bitch a heavy burner
Show a bitch a bank roll she turn to Timmy Turner
Tell that hoe can't get a thang this all for the summer
Time is money f*ck ah bitch same ol story
Oooooohhhhh
Ion question God cause I barely pray
Drop tears in the dark hit the lights it be a straight face
Nobody really know how we feel
We gone keep the shitt G still
Put up ah hunnit put it in they face
Need some money call my dawg couldn't rely on banks
Can't build no garden in the hood it's just too many snakes
If God don't hear none of my prayers I bet he hear this tape
Put 5 around my neck tell master he can keep them chains
I was born around hustlers thought they had a slave
OVO never signed me but I cosigned with Drake
Getting money a sport I'm John Wall in the NBA
Keep a stick cause I went blind from being optimistic
I keep it real on every track hope I don't hurt they feelings
Yo cash low these Niggas know exactly who to get with
Approach yo ass like Ms. might turn that to my Mrs.
I see I can't f*ck with you lame Niggas get yo attention
Like how he tough trying to be a first generation killer
I see them feds they the new English teachers
Turned them statements that you gave em to a good sentence
Ion question God cause I barely pray
Drop tears in the dark hit the lights it be a straight face
Nobody really know how we feel
We gone keep the shitt G still
Put up ah hunnit put it in they face
Need some money call my dawg couldn't rely on banks
Can't build no garden in the hood it's just too many snakes
If God don't hear none of my prayers I bet he hear this tape
Boonka - Ghetto Angels Lyrics
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Push me to the edge and watch me hu hu
Push me to the edge and watch me spill something
Got to much heart to be played wit I'll
Push me to the edge and watch me spill something
Got too much heart to be played with I'll kill someone
If I go won't leave my kids starving leave a mill or something
Got off my ass a real man ain't gone starve for nothing
Just know if it's ever a case I ain't start nothing
Niggas turned ghost on me city must be haunted
No test to study still couldn't keep that shit ah hunnit
And I'll this pape on a Nigga bitch I can die a mummy
I love my dawgs to death but doggy how you still hungry
Get that job til that street hustle work or something
F*ck them bitches if I blow we ball a hunnit summers
F*ck them bitches if I blow we ball a hunnit summers
The f*ck I look like going fed we don't f*ck under covers
I got too much in my head to think if this bitch is for me
Tell my old bitch make my bed since love killed the youngin
Nigga think he play with me I'll play on murder
That stick on me new STD this bitch a heavy burner
Show a bitch a bank roll she turn to Timmy Turner
Tell that hoe can't get a thang this all for the summer
Time is money f*ck ah bitch same ol story
Oooooohhhhh
Ion question God cause I barely pray
Drop tears in the dark hit the lights it be a straight face
Nobody really know how we feel
We gone keep the shitt G still
Put up ah hunnit put it in they face
Need some money call my dawg couldn't rely on banks
Can't build no garden in the hood it's just too many snakes
If God don't hear none of my prayers I bet he hear this tape
Put 5 around my neck tell master he can keep them chains
I was born around hustlers thought they had a slave
OVO never signed me but I cosigned with Drake
Getting money a sport I'm John Wall in the NBA
Keep a stick cause I went blind from being optimistic
I keep it real on every track hope I don't hurt they feelings
Yo cash low these Niggas know exactly who to get with
Approach yo ass like Ms. might turn that to my Mrs.
I see I can't f*ck with you lame Niggas get yo attention
Like how he tough trying to be a first generation killer
I see them feds they the new English teachers
Turned them statements that you gave em to a good sentence
Ion question God cause I barely pray
Drop tears in the dark hit the lights it be a straight face
Nobody really know how we feel
We gone keep the shitt G still
Put up ah hunnit put it in they face
Need some money call my dawg couldn't rely on banks
Can't build no garden in the hood it's just too many snakes
If God don't hear none of my prayers I bet he hear this tape
Push me to the edge and watch me spill something
Got to much heart to be played wit I'll
Push me to the edge and watch me spill something
Got too much heart to be played with I'll kill someone
If I go won't leave my kids starving leave a mill or something
Got off my ass a real man ain't gone starve for nothing
Just know if it's ever a case I ain't start nothing
Niggas turned ghost on me city must be haunted
No test to study still couldn't keep that shit ah hunnit
And I'll this pape on a Nigga bitch I can die a mummy
I love my dawgs to death but doggy how you still hungry
Get that job til that street hustle work or something
F*ck them bitches if I blow we ball a hunnit summers
F*ck them bitches if I blow we ball a hunnit summers
The f*ck I look like going fed we don't f*ck under covers
I got too much in my head to think if this bitch is for me
Tell my old bitch make my bed since love killed the youngin
Nigga think he play with me I'll play on murder
That stick on me new STD this bitch a heavy burner
Show a bitch a bank roll she turn to Timmy Turner
Tell that hoe can't get a thang this all for the summer
Time is money f*ck ah bitch same ol story
Oooooohhhhh
Ion question God cause I barely pray
Drop tears in the dark hit the lights it be a straight face
Nobody really know how we feel
We gone keep the shitt G still
Put up ah hunnit put it in they face
Need some money call my dawg couldn't rely on banks
Can't build no garden in the hood it's just too many snakes
If God don't hear none of my prayers I bet he hear this tape
Put 5 around my neck tell master he can keep them chains
I was born around hustlers thought they had a slave
OVO never signed me but I cosigned with Drake
Getting money a sport I'm John Wall in the NBA
Keep a stick cause I went blind from being optimistic
I keep it real on every track hope I don't hurt they feelings
Yo cash low these Niggas know exactly who to get with
Approach yo ass like Ms. might turn that to my Mrs.
I see I can't f*ck with you lame Niggas get yo attention
Like how he tough trying to be a first generation killer
I see them feds they the new English teachers
Turned them statements that you gave em to a good sentence
Ion question God cause I barely pray
Drop tears in the dark hit the lights it be a straight face
Nobody really know how we feel
We gone keep the shitt G still
Put up ah hunnit put it in they face
Need some money call my dawg couldn't rely on banks
Can't build no garden in the hood it's just too many snakes
If God don't hear none of my prayers I bet he hear this tape
Writer: Curtis Harris
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid