"loving again" lyrics

Hey, Glock, what the hell they talm 'bout?

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A little trouble adapting to this new age
Ya'll already know what the fuck goin man, ya'll niggas not fucking wit twin

I'm geeked I don't want to say shit
I'd rather just be on a spaceship
She freaky, she know how to take it
Young Prada, he got your hoe loving again
These bitches ain't nun, I go to her friend
I'm back on that mf bullshit
My murda gang know that I'm dying again
I fucked up my paper I'm sliming again
I'm so sick and tired of relationships
She fucked up, can't even save the bih'
Bitch, I get to hawking down bad shit
I'm think I might love her, I crave the bih'
They taking my flows and my cadences
My backwood taste like they laced it (They laced it)

My backwood taste like they laced me
Forty round Glock with no safety
Get the drugs, they prolly gon' take me
The drugs they might just erase me
I need somebody to check on me
The label keep dropping that check on me
'Member them boys used to flex on me now I fuck his hoe on some ecstasy
I get to hawking down grown shit, hoe, I might be young but I'm ready
No the fuck cannot arrest me
Young nigga throwing up big Bs
Step on a nigga for CC
How you my bro but you envy me?
Pop out the box and go kidnap your man
Prada, he got your hoe loving again

I'm geeked I don't want to say shit
I'd rather just be on a spaceship
She freaky, she know how to take it
Young Prada, he got your hoe loving again
These bitches ain't nun, I go to her friend
I'm back on that mf bullshit
My murda gang know that I'm dying again
I fucked up my paper I'm sliming again
I'm so sick and tired of relationships
She fucked up, can't even save the bih'
Bitch, I get to hawking down bad shit
I'm think I might love her, I crave the bih'
They taking my flows and my cadences
My backwood taste like they laced it (They laced it)

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