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Dajuan Cannady
Dajuan Cannady
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Lyrics

We just some Youngins tryin to make it
From the westside
It feel like I lost it all when money A died
I'm gettin money and I'm popping
I'll still slide
We wish the **** that had did it
Wouldn't run and hide
We missed each other by ten minutes
And I had it on me
I rather stand on the business
Then you just leave me Lonely
He took the Y out of YBS when he took my homie
It's never going be the same
Without you it's super phoney
I rather stay with a blicky
Then let you do me dirty
I be in the studio every night
I don't get up early
I got a condo in Atlanta
That I didn't even furnish
I got a chick in her 40s
She ask me where I learn this
I told her it's jus in me
Don Julio no Henney
Ain't stressing about paper
Me and my **** gettin plenty
We suppose to be Atlanta watching tank
Now all we got is memories
Al ain't never harm a fly
They killed him all from jealousy
Al the best to ever do it
He didn't have a felony
Al the reason why I'm up
He help me be a better me
My **** died on his block a day b4 Father's Day
Not even from a opp over nothing
That's what you telling me
We just some Youngins tryin to make it
From the westside
It feel like I lost it all when money A died
I'm gettin money and I'm popping
I'll still slide
We wish the **** that had did it
Wouldn't run and hide
We missed each other by ten minutes
And I had it on me
I rather stand on the business
Then you just leave me Lonely
He took the Y out of YBS when he took my homie
It's never going be the same
Without you it's super phoney
Written by: Dajuan Cannady
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