Tsu Surf - HIV III lyrics

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Pop was still plottin’

And make it still dyeing

Joke out of questions for Cammy

Take common ring for proposal when some

And cay was real low

Shit honestly I think the face drow

Just simple stocking their penny, no

Her brother had to go, had to go

They joking and can’t get nothing but the fame

He was done like on his last grams

Ready to ask from him and she now must say

Fuck it! He try to be a man

Ok we all know that he being down

But got up and he got right

I wish mamma could see him now

Ready the ? when he see it drop down

Repeat the words a million times

You can’t wait to see her smile

Meanwhile pop was in the middle room patient

Him shelves low beat cage Jason

Sky massive mind that was vague to take both miles and to came from the basement

This low nigga from the town

Already know how they got down

I kill a nigga for nothing right now

Sort of magic, pop excepting

Snoop guns and the pound

Each swinging bottle and scoop up Sorbian

I don’t want this pussy dead

I need this nigga hold hand

Fuck your head

Fuck common sense

Fuck logic

A contract won’t quit score or popping no sing

Shells on the weed up

Jason just not it, Bk STARING, FOCUS YOUR MIND

And pop walk to the closet

You never guess what’s inside it

I guess this what we think about is six alley

Was a girl back over here, hands on tight

Took the bag off and we shade

Your mother ever see like her closet think to cay?

Watch her for weeks he fallow her the whole day

When is war you gotta play, pop on, try to play

In some way I pay for this

Ain’t even try to take that bitch

She try to scream when he pulled out the bag

He was walking out the bank, the rest happens so fast

Looking for her keys, face her hand in the bag

Pop-pop, smooth out and got bottle with the mack

And ever since she’ve been tight

And that hand prints to a guy

If you get me out of this I leave that great song

On along, this is bullshit had to make up in her mind

It’s simple have two hundred grinded in the seife

Ready to go now new person, new thing, new place

The destination got no reason to stop

May her mind up, she leaving if she leaving with pop

It’s time to go

She was dying and nigga wanted this

So just stay don’t be foolish, have more than enough bread

And the sunny in Miami willer magazines

Say already pick up the crème and the dopes dream had

She had wools, cut deep, long nights

Couldn’t sleep, she was tired but felt week

Call and pop both time, both got the beat

And if I leave a message, probably go around with Joe

Is December we gotta go

Not go on her knees to get right

Was waving red bottles and suck a dick on a part of life

They with nigga cuz those niggas will ride wild

One of the wife roab a hun and stay on the street

And call the officer ride

And when she finish with that had it was right to the kitchen

Cooking on the phone, we can take the ass bicthes

Gas up and think she know a shit when she did it

But then they going grass and predictions

And pop and kill ? but that ain’t none of my business

Found out on December bitch

That nigga be tripping

Fucked up graves just forty hoer chickens

Low key pop and bend harder, it’s all as a visit

You know Jay Brown skin away with a fitty

They run around with quating

They poped it in,

I’m listening so technically she snitching

Joe pull up home, he take a deep breath

Look at the ring once, I provoke the less

He figure bout the future, he jug about the steps

And he gonna do this part

Cuz I ain’t do the rest, phone ring popping

I need that whole honey

There’s nothing left to say

Quit was trap fast on that day

Already made this others round last time for today

They been hold just like me

Just stat and get cut all the ?

Man on Miami and she’ll be strapping in the ?

There hundred stacks and the bey

That was deeping to the bey

Soon as they hand up in his ? way

It was a shooter lil grag, he was hope team

I know you probably busy with what you do or how you with

I think you should come and get me

Bust some moves while is on

You on the rush give me few, I met you out front

Now you can get me now, your got your nina

Just hang up the phone, my baby mama can dream on

Joe wish for the doe but it was crack

You call for carry while you reach for strap

Joe rich for the dog but he was crap

He call for the care while you before he strap

Round grab his jacket and his vest

Just officer wide, turn the backup request

Close and suspect the homicide

Seventy eight bound now I hang on toes

Joe hit a camera in the house

But saw her car and her keys on the couch

Usually by now he won’t have a big mouth

They stop play and come out, no funny shit I got the gun out

And she playing, I’mma joker

Grab the strap, tight and move a little closer

Ain’t no ably, he had tears, wasn’t scare but we had fear

So we could be waiting at the top of the stairs

Then look a little brown on the way

So he’s alone nigga, do you really wanna play?

Joe pop all people, I heard the nigga that feed you

That’s why you can’t people today

Mac was s busy with the Gaza

She ain’t notice that hurting box was popping

20 miss text from her best

Meet me at the house bitch, 20 minutes less

Ah, that was 2 hours ago

Some hit, a hole mil in the shower ago

Young niggas bring the straps, quick coming now

I’mma go first when I see New York drop ‘em down

Nigga be paranoid the shit will be wan from now

I’ll leave at the front, y’all go back and come around

Quick cause scoot another shutter

Hey lil bro, will beat in Pola?

Time to smoke when nigga cold world

How get and bring the max

Ery time is a quick sick and abuse this

I’ll be smoke and hooked on my left

And vane y’all met me at the on black block

God couldn’t say them little niggas

Then we scamb boys, practically raise them little niggas

And not to clear war , friends turn enemies that’s for sure

Carrel, how was the letter on the bed

Kiss the lipstick, reading in red

Still no signs of his play but this is what it said

First one you perfect by far

I’m dark, night sky you a star

I think my floes make you shine better

I felt so dirty, you can find better

I met this nigga name Cay, how did you rhyme?

I don’t know what to say

But I’m gone, Chase deserve castle on this roam

Let’s get your live every day for a pow

I’m crying now cuz I’m dying now

I’m crying now cuz I’m dying now

I’m crying now cuz I’m dying now

I’m crying now cuz I’m dying now

Look two has left

Walk six steps of death

Look two left, look two has left

Walk six steps of death

She was right there in the top

Face open, dripping blood

Did it with his gun she was gripping and snug

Lay right there, caring his love