Jay Daniels - Think About It lyrics

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My homie said he was straight, I called him up on the phone There was rumours around, his main bitch wanna bone Told him I ain't wit' it and told him I ain't hit it

But if she did get it probably wouldn't fuckin' admit it

Told him let's get lifted, send a text when i'm finished

Compared to a fuckin' shrink i'd be his next best visit

He'd probably get to trippin', call up some other women

Thinkin' fuckin' them will balance shit incase the other shawty actin' different That's the main mission stop the brother for he slippin'

And windin' up in prison wit' a lot of fuckin' livin'

I lay the final track down before i'm finally dippin'

Fuck, and I just ripped this shit I wanna play it back it's viscious Bounce the track, before you do that, probably mix it

Pack the bag and before I forget, grab the swishers

Rollin' up in a big body on top of switches

Facetime... Fuck is this shit?

I see the fear in his eyes The barrel up to his head His trigger finger alive The girlfriend on the bed And she dead..

And I ain't even think about it

He said I ain't even think about it Think of what she did

Tried to get in my head

I fuckin' loved that bitch

I love it more that she dead

And he said...

And I ain't even think about it

He said I ain't even think about it

His voice on the phone screamin' at me, sayin' "I did it!" "Left the car where it is, fuck it, that shit rented"

"Shot the brother she was wit', had to send him a message" "Had no intention to kill the bitch until I read it"

"She was pregnant dawg, bout to have a white mans baby" "Yo, Can you believe that shit? Wifey all Shady"

"Can you believe this chick turned me crazy?"

"Yo, A happy family she wanted like Brady, Yo"

Well i'ma give it to her, she and that man

Hit the grave then, have that baby, no problem

Hope that heaven, is waitin' with a trap door

Drop yo ass to hell man, the devil open that door

He was on a tangent, ramblin', swear that shit was not clear to me like it was samplin' Vacation in the Hamptons where my mind gone

Somebody turn a fuckin' mic on

A vision of his pistol to his head got my mind blown

I see the fear in his eyes The barrel up to his head His trigger finger alive The girlfriend on the bed And she dead..

And I ain't even think about it

He said I ain't even think about it Think of what she did

Tried to get in my head

I fuckin' loved that bitch

I love it more that she dead

And he said...

And I ain't even think about it

He said I ain't even think about it

Thanks to Jay Daniels for correcting these lyrics