Dinner

Franck Lamour

I ain’t never ran from a nigga
I got the stick on me but I’ll put my hands on a nigga
Couple racks on his head put them bands on a nigga
I can’t move but I bet the pistol dance on a nigga yea
Pray the bag get bigger yea
Suave he a sinner yea
Mama praying every day that I make it to dinner yea
And that’s some real-life shit
I’m all alone I need a real-life bitch
When worse comes to worst Zo gon’ be here for me
Don’t be surprised if other niggas don’t hear from me
Only person that listen to me is Hennessy
Don’t get it twisted don’t want no help
No defending me
She say she wanna tend to me
But how can you tend to me when you ain’t been through shit
Appreciate your effort girl I’m just being legit
You ain’t been through what I been through
You ain’t seen what I seen
I wanted to forget so I popped a bean
Y’all always on lame shit so a nigga had to go and lane switch
I been focused on money so I’m serving them crackers that cane shit
It’s cold where I’m from so I can’t lie I need a vacation
She go where I go, she sliding with me so we call it baecation
It’s only gon take you one fuck up to get cut off
If I don’t do it then a nigga look soft
I don’t give a fuck about you’re thinking in your head dawg
You know I ain’t wrong
Supposed to be my brother man we used to rip bongs
Niggas showing they true colors, showing we ain’t really brothers yea
Why’d you try to take me under, you was hating under cover yea
I can’t speak for all of y’all but I would die for all my brothers yea
I can’t speak for all of y’all but my whole gang we love each other yea
And that’s why I know I don’t need no hoe
You fuck them over they move onto the bro
We men, we make mistakes but then we learn and we grow
How the fuck you gon’ leach on a nigga like a hoe
I ain’t never ran from a nigga
I got the stick on me but I’ll put my hands on a nigga
Couple racks on his head put them bands on a nigga
I can’t move but I bet the pistol dance on a nigga yea
Pray the bag get bigger yea
Suave he a sinner yea
Mama praying everyday that I make it to dinner yea
And that’s some real life shit
I’m all alone I need a real life bitch
Want a real life bitch but I don’t need no bitch
And I damn sure don’t need a nigga in my shit
Mama need some mother fucking dough
Counting dirty money all up on the floor
And I don’t wanna fall in love no no no more
Give a fuck about my heart don’t take my soul
I got Richezza for the pants y’all rocking Polo
Your whole squad do not stand a chance and I’m rocking dolo
He want some static so let him have it
You know I’m in love with the havoc
My brother got choppers and dracos you better not slide with a ratchet
Lil mama a dummy the way she crashing
And you wonder why everybody smashing
Ain’t a college girl she a freaky girl I can’t lie lil mama a savage
I can’t lie lil mama a savage

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