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nostalgia - d. floyd lyrics

(adlibs)
lighters up!
it’s love money and , it’s love money and {drugs}
let’s get it

(verse)
way before i had cheap i was just little dee
metal braces on my t**th it made me hate to speak
speech impediments had me speaking to therapists
sipping thera*flu all i seek is the medicine, look
me and joey was walking, catching buses, to hustling
lost it all over money, we was closer than cousins
they say don’t mix the money with the blood, n*gga
so on the road i’m getting money with the blood n*ggas!
it was me and pee, everyday was coke and weed
i keep pistols where i sleep because of things i seen
i see demons in my head because of things i did
makes me wonder what went missing, even as a kid
we moved to the burbs’ i think in ninety* six
low to middle, we probably made it look like we rich
then come the struggling so, f*ck, i’m addicted to hustling
bagging up at the studio, i’m skipping the subjects
i was ” crystal skating ” fly, missy made me cry
i keep losing who i love but see them every night
mama told me to leave i think at fifteen
even notified police i had a u.u.v
where’s the loyalty ?
so in return i would never ask you for lawyer fees
never bail money, all you got was h*ll from me
used to read the dictionary now they scared of me
you never left me too long because you cared for me
even when you wasn’t there i felt your prayers on me
sh*t ! this a rare moment (this a rare moment)
just call me you know i’m there mama!
(hook + adlibs)
{laughs}
just call me you know i’m there mama !
i luv you mama

(verse)

hundred bottles to my section, where the maître d’
this ain’t flexing just reflecting, it’s the game for me
wasn’t big on flashing money for the photo opps
if you had it why flash it, that only brought the ‘ops’
homicides, promised to make your mama cry
so if your squad decide to ride it ain’t no compromise
they why i keep that pistol on the side with me
on my own but on my soul i know allah’s with me
i just talked to paul, the post, they’re writing all about it
mugshots, forty glocks, i’m leaving chalk around it
let it die, wish i could see her one more time
lost jenelle 2004* sh*t left me sick inside (that’s why)
i’m riding ninety*five, i keep that stick inside
off white, sitting nice in that expensive ride (jag)
p*ssy n*ggas on my ass
bet your b*tch, i’ll do the dash
c*ck it back? then i’m goin’ blast n*gga
(inaudible)
just get your cash n*ggas (real sh*t)
respectfully kiss my ass n*ggas

(outro : charleston white “say cheese tv interview)

- d floyd lyrics

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