Aye
I can't tell you shit bout yesterday My plug just found a better pay
She gon' eat it when the night over We on our second date
No sobriety Menace society, I'm like Lorenz Tate
No sobriety But I think privately I should rehabilitate
My big bro trappin' out the 7-11 Like we on Section 8
No emotion, just some motion Drop the E, that shit for elevate
If I gotta see the heaven gates It's not because I hesitate
Hustla in my resume These bitches dirty, raggedy, and hungry
Like they never ate Jaheim said put that woman first
So who in second place? And you can't judge this book by its cover
Or the second page You wanna envy, how bout you give me
Until like chapter 8 And the whole time, man, they ass illiterate
That bitch ain't never said nothin' positive its clear that she the bitterest
Niggas be doin' all that hatin' cause they f*ckin' ignorant
But I can cut off my right leg And here they go mimickin
And I can go get me some money Nah, they can't mimic
Four words, you ain't gotta say to big Don is Nigga, mind your business
Cause I can put on this ski mask And I can get it legit
These niggas talkin' bout they steppas & they shoes, they can't fit it
Broke niggas f*ckin' these hoes raw But can't afford to get rid it
Broke niggas f*ckin' these hoes raw Then tell the baby, good riddance
And you should go pick up yo' dog Look like he need some assistance
They like, Donbaby pop his shit How bout we end this existence
She like Donbaby paranoid Nah, bitch, you don't pay attention
And I ain't walkin' in that club Without my gun in attendance
And I just caught a lil' gun charge I thank the Lord they dismissed it
You spent yo' money on that gun So how you scared to ride with it
And that's yo' brother all on the gram Real life you scared to ride with him
If that's my brother, that's my fam Real life I up the fye with him
He like, let's pray this bitch don't jam Because this ain't my pistol
ThaDon Qur'an - Not Your Gun Lyrics
ThaDon Qur'an - Not Your Gun Lyrics
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Aye
I can't tell you shit bout yesterday My plug just found a better pay
She gon' eat it when the night over We on our second date
No sobriety Menace society, I'm like Lorenz Tate
No sobriety But I think privately I should rehabilitate
My big bro trappin' out the 7-11 Like we on Section 8
No emotion, just some motion Drop the E, that shit for elevate
If I gotta see the heaven gates It's not because I hesitate
Hustla in my resume These bitches dirty, raggedy, and hungry
Like they never ate Jaheim said put that woman first
So who in second place? And you can't judge this book by its cover
Or the second page You wanna envy, how bout you give me
Until like chapter 8 And the whole time, man, they ass illiterate
That bitch ain't never said nothin' positive its clear that she the bitterest
Niggas be doin' all that hatin' cause they f*ckin' ignorant
But I can cut off my right leg And here they go mimickin
And I can go get me some money Nah, they can't mimic
Four words, you ain't gotta say to big Don is Nigga, mind your business
Cause I can put on this ski mask And I can get it legit
These niggas talkin' bout they steppas & they shoes, they can't fit it
Broke niggas f*ckin' these hoes raw But can't afford to get rid it
Broke niggas f*ckin' these hoes raw Then tell the baby, good riddance
And you should go pick up yo' dog Look like he need some assistance
They like, Donbaby pop his shit How bout we end this existence
She like Donbaby paranoid Nah, bitch, you don't pay attention
And I ain't walkin' in that club Without my gun in attendance
And I just caught a lil' gun charge I thank the Lord they dismissed it
You spent yo' money on that gun So how you scared to ride with it
And that's yo' brother all on the gram Real life you scared to ride with him
If that's my brother, that's my fam Real life I up the fye with him
He like, let's pray this bitch don't jam Because this ain't my pistol
I can't tell you shit bout yesterday My plug just found a better pay
She gon' eat it when the night over We on our second date
No sobriety Menace society, I'm like Lorenz Tate
No sobriety But I think privately I should rehabilitate
My big bro trappin' out the 7-11 Like we on Section 8
No emotion, just some motion Drop the E, that shit for elevate
If I gotta see the heaven gates It's not because I hesitate
Hustla in my resume These bitches dirty, raggedy, and hungry
Like they never ate Jaheim said put that woman first
So who in second place? And you can't judge this book by its cover
Or the second page You wanna envy, how bout you give me
Until like chapter 8 And the whole time, man, they ass illiterate
That bitch ain't never said nothin' positive its clear that she the bitterest
Niggas be doin' all that hatin' cause they f*ckin' ignorant
But I can cut off my right leg And here they go mimickin
And I can go get me some money Nah, they can't mimic
Four words, you ain't gotta say to big Don is Nigga, mind your business
Cause I can put on this ski mask And I can get it legit
These niggas talkin' bout they steppas & they shoes, they can't fit it
Broke niggas f*ckin' these hoes raw But can't afford to get rid it
Broke niggas f*ckin' these hoes raw Then tell the baby, good riddance
And you should go pick up yo' dog Look like he need some assistance
They like, Donbaby pop his shit How bout we end this existence
She like Donbaby paranoid Nah, bitch, you don't pay attention
And I ain't walkin' in that club Without my gun in attendance
And I just caught a lil' gun charge I thank the Lord they dismissed it
You spent yo' money on that gun So how you scared to ride with it
And that's yo' brother all on the gram Real life you scared to ride with him
If that's my brother, that's my fam Real life I up the fye with him
He like, let's pray this bitch don't jam Because this ain't my pistol
Writer: Quran Anderson
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