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My nigga, you know you're my sister
Since honey in the swishers
My homie
My homie, just phone me
Through the nitty gritty suicide missions
Few screws missing from my twinnem
My homie
My homie, just phone me, uh
My nigga, you know you're my sister
Since honey in the swishers
My homie
My homie, just phone me
Through the nitty gritty suicide missions
Few screws missing from my twinnem
My homie
My homie, just phone me
I would come pick you up until my whip got wrecked
We would sip E&J, I would roll one and you would say
"Fuck that guy, you was better on your own"
"Fuck that job, you a star and they know"
"Tell your mama and your daddy gotta go"
"Don't look back 'til you're rolling in dough"
My spinner, you know you're my sister
Since honey in the swishers
My homie
My homie, just phone me
Through the nitty gritty suicide missions
Few screws missing from my twinnem
My homie
My homie, just phone me, uh
My nigga, you know you're my sister
Since honey in the swishers
My homie
My homie, just phone me
Through the nitty gritty suicide missions
Few screws missing from my twinnem
My homie
My homie, just phone me
My nigga, you know you're my brother
No money in the duffle
But you was my homie, you were my homie
You were my, my, my, my, my, my homie
My homie, my homie, my nigga
I ain't seen ya in a while
I hope you're doing alright
You know we had a good ride
I ain't seen ya in a while
I hope you're doing alright
You know we had a good ride
WRITERS
Marian Mereba, Sam Hoffman
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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