"Pain" lyrics
BIBZ, Jadakiss & seven777 Lyrics
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All of this pain
All this pain
Ever since losing Brody I knew that everything went with the same
Ain't nothin' changed
Nah
Still with the same gang, ain't no switchin' side on the game
And we show up
You know, with the red and black
Got the Eagles ride 'em
Now I'm back
Started in Brooklyn, who thought we gon' make it out
Now we stackin' money towards Shaq
Ridin' on BQE, got a Spanish mami doin' splits in the back of the bag
If the opps wanna slide, they switchin' locations
Yeah, you know where we at
This ain't a game, ain't a game, I ain't playin'
When you come to my city, they know the name
When you see my shoes, bitch, hop out from the range
And then choppa, choppa, choppa, krrrhh, krrrhh, right through your brain
Yuh
And to see the time, BBS on the paddock
Got a lot of cheese on these shoes and on the fabrics
And I got some shooters
Like no Whiskey, from the Mavericks
When I'm in the ANS?
yeah, you know the boy is valid
Oh yeah
Bibzworld baby
Yo Seven, Jada
We Worldwide wit it
You know what it is
Ahaaa
G-rrrrhhh
I ain't waitin' for the shortage
Grown man shit, I'm just takin' care of the mortgage
Money comin' in, I'm just takin' care of the orders
With the cartels, I'm just waitin' by the borders
See us everywhere, ain't no way you can ignore us
Out your pay grade, ain't no way you can afford us
Gangsta
Catch me in my robe on the cordless
Bullshit
Bettin' a couple thousand on the horses
Maintain balance on my wins with my losses
Yea
Turn all my pain into portraits
When you see that line, never cross it
Now, I swear to God
I'ma die on some New York shit
[?]
All of this pain
All this pain
Ever since losing Brody I knew that everything went with the same
Ain't nothin' changed
Nah
Still with the same gang, ain't no switchin' side on the game
And we show up
You know, with the red and black
Got the Eagles ride 'em
Now I'm back
Started in Brooklyn, who thought we gon' make it out
Now we stackin' money towards Shaq
Ridin' on BQE, got a Spanish mami doin' splits in the back of the bag
If the opps wanna slide, they switchin' locations
Yeah, you know where we at
This ain't a game, ain't a game, I ain't playin'
When you come to my city, they know the name
When you see my shoes, bitch, hop out from the range
And then choppa, choppa, choppa, krrrhh, krrrhh, right through your brain
Yuh
And to see the time, BBS on the paddock
Got a lot of cheese on these shoes and on the fabrics
And I got some shooters
Like no Whiskey, from the Mavericks
When I'm in the ANS?
yeah, you know the boy is valid
Oh yeah
Bibzworld baby
Yo Seven, Jada
We Worldwide wit it
You know what it is
Ahaaa
G-rrrrhhh
I ain't waitin' for the shortage
Grown man shit, I'm just takin' care of the mortgage
Money comin' in, I'm just takin' care of the orders
With the cartels, I'm just waitin' by the borders
See us everywhere, ain't no way you can ignore us
Out your pay grade, ain't no way you can afford us
Gangsta
Catch me in my robe on the cordless
Bullshit
Bettin' a couple thousand on the horses
Maintain balance on my wins with my losses
Yea
Turn all my pain into portraits
When you see that line, never cross it
Now, I swear to God
I'ma die on some New York shit
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