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things we had - dtrille lyrics

hook *
i been running up the millions
getting high up to the ceiling
give a f*ck if you lil p*ssy n*ggas with it
tell them boys to mind they business
you ain’t never did what i did
you ain’t never have to sacrifice your love to get to the top
going off of the top
no pencil or pad
it’s too late to remember the things we had

verse *
all these b*tches only want me for my money
all these b*tches never want me for myself and it’s so funny
all these pillow talking n*ggas always thinking i’m a dummy
pull up to the crib, put d*ck up in her tummy
now i’m going to the top and these b*tches saying they want me
remember back then you f*cked with all my homies?
all these p*ssy n*ggas fake as f*ck and all these n*ggas phony
and if i blow up, don’t you ever come back saying you know me

cause no you don’t n*gga, yea that’s real sh*t
remember back then was riding on them rib sticks
couple years later, ain’t really think that it could get like this
ha, but that’s life, that’s just what it is
reminiscing bout the old times we would make love
but it don’t matter cause you really had to fake it
now i’m up and now you liking all my latest
i wrote a book about my life, 300 pages
or you can watch a movie bout my life in cinematic
i kept on saying that i love you, but i wish i hadn’t
they seeing money and these p*ssy n*ggas get to grabbing
and you can’t even call it toxic, cause that sh*t was tragic
i can’t believe i let you in all up on my mattress
the love wasn’t even real but it’s cool though
f*ck you little b*tch because i called you my boo hoe
ima stunt up on these n*ggas in my motherf*cking new clothes
the feeling wasn’t real, baby you ain’t sh*t
baby girl i just wanna take a couple pics
my fault baby girl i been feeling down
baby girl got me weak, got me feeling sick
so ima gather up a roster and make me a list
and ima tell them p*ssy hoes to come ride on the d*ck
p*ssy stank as f*ck, she got infections, was f*cking the clique
nasty ass b*tch can’t do nothing but take her a sit
and ima pull up in this whip with my new b*tch
instagram photo, ima snap me up a new pic
flash up out the whip with my new hoe and make that b*tch p*ssed
clean a dirty b*tch up out my life just like a broom stick
it don’t take nothing for you to keep it real with a n*gga
he in a pickle, tell me what’s the deal with a n*gga
oh you don’t like that?
tell me how it feels little n*gga
and if you play with my heart, pull that trigger

- dtrille lyrics

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