"The Love We Gave" lyrics
Boldy James & ChanHays Lyrics
Anger gets the best of us sometimes (Oh, okay)
You know? And when I get angry to a certain point, nothing else matters (Right)
And I really wanted to snatch him out the car and just, you know
Duff him out like police really do, you know? (Gosh)
But, you know, but I didn't, I didn't do it
Okay, so anger plus, you know, alcohol, some drugs maybe (No) Where we at?
None of that? (No) Sober?
Sober? Uh, it should be. Since November, of course I was sober!
End of the day, my young'un, he'll lend you his K
More than generous, left him in his whip, just him and his bae
Habanero pepper boy, you know we caliente
Strum the trombone out the guitar case, let the violin play
Hundred-thousand in slips, I love my knot the thin way
Got on all this designer drip, I feel like Yagi-sensei
Three seconds left on the shot clock, niggas not from this way
Overconfident, I'ma take the same shot as MJ
Greatest story ever told, we get them blocks, Dikembe
18 karat gold, these niggas rockin' 10K
Pull two-fifty out Virginia but we not from VA
Was grittin' out the taco stand, a brick of Nacho Libre
Still trappin' through the wire in the spot with B. Ray
Hear dawg cappin' like he solid, but he not no Wee-Bey
What else?
We spin his block and throw that chop on replay (Grrrt), uh
We catchin' wreck, these niggas catchin' feelings; we pressin'
And quick to spin this bin just like a DJ, yeah
We heavy steppers standin' on that business, 2-2-7
Empty the clips, then hop back on the freeway
Let's get it
My niggas built different
Field trippin', always on that road, make you feel distant
Still driftin', creepin' on a come up, niggas still wishin'
One day we gon' make it out the gutter, but I'm still grittin'
Still sittin' in the trap, slappin', sellin' weed and pills
Still getting money, still strapped, nigga Regis Steel
Keep concealed burners in the consoles of the newer Vs
Heard they givin' five for one, he just got popped with two of these
Who is these niggas in the spig' like they big-wiggin'?
First-person, perpin' like they workin' but I been giggin'
Been liftin' pistols in the club, snuck a big strig in
Put them Teddy Ruxpins and balloons up with the big ribbons
Compliments of Blocks, drug-zonin' with them bundles
Out in Bali with them Bloods that be stonin' in the Jungles
We spin his block and throw that chop on replay (Grrrt), uh
We catchin' wreck, these niggas catchin' feelings; we pressin'
And quick to spin this bin just like a DJ, yeah
We heavy steppers standin' on that business, 2-2-7
Empty the clips, then hop back on the freeway
Let's get it
I got these niggas out here, um...
These niggas out here lip-singin' and sh— and stealin' my swag
These niggas on—these niggas on my dick so much, they dream about me
But you know what? We here
You know? And when I get angry to a certain point, nothing else matters (Right)
And I really wanted to snatch him out the car and just, you know
Duff him out like police really do, you know? (Gosh)
But, you know, but I didn't, I didn't do it
Okay, so anger plus, you know, alcohol, some drugs maybe (No) Where we at?
None of that? (No) Sober?
Sober? Uh, it should be. Since November, of course I was sober!
End of the day, my young'un, he'll lend you his K
More than generous, left him in his whip, just him and his bae
Habanero pepper boy, you know we caliente
Strum the trombone out the guitar case, let the violin play
Hundred-thousand in slips, I love my knot the thin way
Got on all this designer drip, I feel like Yagi-sensei
Three seconds left on the shot clock, niggas not from this way
Overconfident, I'ma take the same shot as MJ
Greatest story ever told, we get them blocks, Dikembe
18 karat gold, these niggas rockin' 10K
Pull two-fifty out Virginia but we not from VA
Was grittin' out the taco stand, a brick of Nacho Libre
Still trappin' through the wire in the spot with B. Ray
Hear dawg cappin' like he solid, but he not no Wee-Bey
What else?
We spin his block and throw that chop on replay (Grrrt), uh
We catchin' wreck, these niggas catchin' feelings; we pressin'
And quick to spin this bin just like a DJ, yeah
We heavy steppers standin' on that business, 2-2-7
Empty the clips, then hop back on the freeway
Let's get it
My niggas built different
Field trippin', always on that road, make you feel distant
Still driftin', creepin' on a come up, niggas still wishin'
One day we gon' make it out the gutter, but I'm still grittin'
Still sittin' in the trap, slappin', sellin' weed and pills
Still getting money, still strapped, nigga Regis Steel
Keep concealed burners in the consoles of the newer Vs
Heard they givin' five for one, he just got popped with two of these
Who is these niggas in the spig' like they big-wiggin'?
First-person, perpin' like they workin' but I been giggin'
Been liftin' pistols in the club, snuck a big strig in
Put them Teddy Ruxpins and balloons up with the big ribbons
Compliments of Blocks, drug-zonin' with them bundles
Out in Bali with them Bloods that be stonin' in the Jungles
We spin his block and throw that chop on replay (Grrrt), uh
We catchin' wreck, these niggas catchin' feelings; we pressin'
And quick to spin this bin just like a DJ, yeah
We heavy steppers standin' on that business, 2-2-7
Empty the clips, then hop back on the freeway
Let's get it
I got these niggas out here, um...
These niggas out here lip-singin' and sh— and stealin' my swag
These niggas on—these niggas on my dick so much, they dream about me
But you know what? We here
