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Deebaby
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(I got people that I miss, that I can't see)
(I'm on my grind)
(bull hearted take care of a child that ain't mine)
(you used to be my dawg)
(now you call, I decline)
I got people that I miss, that I can't see
I'm on my grind
Bull hearted take care of a child that ain't mine
Got a check, but I got lawyer fees, fines after fine
I just left the crib with my Glock, stand on ten with this nine
But you still chose up, burned bridge you used to be my dawg
Now you call and I decline, now I won't fuck with you at all
Everytime I had it right they tried to play me like I'm wrong
I'm too tired, I'm in the studio and can't finish a song
Why, why
It's hard to heal mama when my heart hurt
I just hide my pain so you smile
Wonder why I gave my brother tuff love
Tuff love, tuff love, tuff love
If ain't rap then I'll sell drugs
If I know anything it's get it out the mud
Every school I went to, hallways selling dime sacks
If I ever did you a favor, I don't need a dime back
Miss the old days but I never wished my old life back, no
I just made a million
But still hurt 'cause I know it won't bring you back home
Back home, back home, back home
I really want to love somebody
Somebody oh-oh, somebody-oh
I really want to love somebody
Somebody-oh, somebody-oh
I know you want to love somebody
I know you want to love somebody
I got people that I miss, that I can't see, I'm on my grind
Bull hearted take care of a child that ain't mine
Got a check, but I got lawyer fees, fines after fine
I just left the crib with my Glock, stand on ten with this nine
But you still chose up, burned bridge you used to be my dawg
Now you call and I decline, now I won't fuck with you at all
Everytime I had it right they tried to play me like I'm wrong
I'm too tired, I'm in the studio and can't finish a song
Why, why
It's hard to heal mama when my heart hurt
I just hide my pain so you smile
Wonder why I gave my brother tuff love
Tuff love, tuff love, tuff love
If ain't rap then I'll sell drugs
If I know anything it's get it out the mud
Written by: Jesus Martinez Jr.
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