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want me dead - shybaby lyrics

[verse 1: shy baby]
i was just textin’ my baby mama she told me she thinkin’ ’bout leavin’
i’m diggin’ deep and im thinkin’, how can i stop all of this sh*t from just sinkin’
same time my mind bad, i’m drivin’ clutchin’ a nina
smokin’ dope tryna hide from the problems, still gotta p*ss for these people
to these n*ggas we never were equals, i was down bad we were both in the trenches you had somebody to feed you
doin’ dirt with them demons up lurkin’ and schemin’ now i got to holla out free you
put that sh*t on my rib forever a monster got to go in ’cause i be you, r.i.p. you, d*mn
if i get caught by them n*ggas in traffic better pray to god his gun don’t jam
too paranoid sittin’ low in the seat with the heat ridin’ ’round with my windows down
if i get caught right now it’s a wrap, i’m convicted they gone lay a n*gga down for a pound
real street n*gga i’ll never say sh*t to a b*tch or a cop i’m a take this sh*t to trial
sittin’ in a cell i was locked for a minute, one piece of mail from a b*tch with a pic
lyin’ in your letters b*tch who you really missin’, commissary day no bag no chips
plotting on crimes with my n*gga from the ville, every late night my n*gga feel my feels
stomach on e but i’m still gainin’ weight in this b*tch ’cause my n*gga keep feedin’ me pills

[chorus: shy baby]
these n*ggas want me dead
puttin’ prices on my head
tell them n*ggas i ain’t scared
up in traffic with this lead
if it’s up b*tch i’m a spray it
don’t say it’s up cause i don’t play that
these n*ggas want me dead
puttin’ prices on my head
tell them n*ggas i ain’t scared
up in traffic with this lead
if it’s up b*tch i’m a spray it
don’t say it’s up cause i don’t play that
[verse 2: bc odawg]
i get one of you f*ck n*ggas k!lled, i don’t give a f*ck if you’re one of mines
n*ggas know dawg i keep it real, they know i’d die ’bout one of mines
i know these n*ggas that hated and faded and traded, them b*tches done crossed the line
n*gga we starved together, we struggled together, now it’s f*ck you i’m cuttin’ ties
sittin’ on that green box blowin’ piff, this way before n*ggas turned crip
we were just ridin’ with thirty clips, now i think these p*ssies just want me k!lled
i don’t even f*ck with these n*ggas no mo’ anyway they got to go
i can’t let these n*ggas take me from my fam, that’s a no go
i’m a just let this nina blow, if i put money they gon’ chalk ’em dead
boy these n*ggas never let it go, heard you put money on my brother head
boy you p*ssy n*ggas never let it blow, talkin’ like you know
sendin’ shots at your door, f*ck n*gga now you know

- shybaby lyrics

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