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lirik lagu ain’t wanna leave – toure & est gee

[intro: toure]
i don’t know what you sayin’ but i can’t go back to average
i don’t know what you sayin’ but i can’t go back to average
([?] on the beat)

[verse 1: toure]
i stood ten toes
from where we do them walk ups, no windows
i ain’t swipe no visa, it’s a bankroll
i’m from where they catch a victim and then change clothes
that’s how they claim souls
i seen n*ggas lose they members, that’s how the gang goes
been tell it all, guess we don’t stick to the same codes
you signed up for this sh*t, you know you can’t fold
[?] wrist, it look like this to get my wrist and get my chain froze

[verse 2: toure]
you move too loosely with them b*tches, it’s too easy to gеt you backdoored
fell in love with this monеy, point a finger, i’ll get you backdoor
i thought money was all i needed, mama, i sad it made me a assh0l*
but, mom, i used to cut my jeans to make ’em shorts ’cause we ain’t have clothes
and that sh*t made me active, way before this rap sh*t
used to move my whole bundle before my curfew when i was trappin’
i can’t go commercial, i wouldn’t see n*ggas in caskets
sh*t, i still know how it work and show you how to make this sh*t you rap it
and i can’t go back to average
how the f*ck she end up trippin’? she said she came here to do lashes
got lost in the land, that money bustin’ out the plastic
lost in miami, that money bustin’ out the plastic
got lost out in houston, it’s bustin’ out the plastic
i don’t know what you seen but i can’t go back to average
we turn n*ggas to the unseen, disapear like we do magic
ride around with this .50 and this g*lock, i can’t stash it
’bout to turn this sunny summer day into some sad sh*t
youngin’ turn a sunny summer day into some sad sh*t
he at our age and caught a b, he did some bad sh*t
they say he a bad kid
fightin’ demons but it’s friday, sh*t, the [?]
seen raids and homicides, corona came, that’s what the mask did
it’s a bunch of dark clouds, he traumatized from what the past did
actin’ off emotion, he just spinnin’ on some mad sh*t
little a ramadan, seen his mama cryin’, she lost her last kid
he tryna prove that he got hard, turnin’ n*ggas to weed
in the fall, seen n*ggas fall, i done seen n*ggas leave
on that corner early mornin’, sh*t, i ain’t wanna leave
made my first dime off this trap sh*t, i ain’t wanna leave
made fifty off this rap sh*t and i ain’t wanna leave
she made some money in that strip club and she ain’t wanna leave
that’s how she touch the first dub and she ain’t wanna leave
i told her, “we gon’ ball forever but we ain’t in a league”
[verse 3: est gee]
yeah, h*llcat, karma can’t even catch to me in the long run
i don’t need protection from no n*gga, i got my own gun
i f*ck three hoes in one day on percs and made ’em all cum
bought a water, the next, she suck me soul, [?] made her jaws numb
b*tch blowin’ up my line tryna spend time, i hung the phone up
takin’ sh*t, it spankin’ sh*t the way that we was brought up
you won’t see him ballin’ with us, he ain’t never caught one
walked away from the streets but it caught up ’cause i ain’t run
fourty with a .30, when i shoot, it sound like “dump*dump”
with a switch it sound like “flrrt”, this b*tch [?] machine*gun
sh*t to get you clipped, my lil’ bro ‘nem been in marine corps
mug shot, have a n*gga wishin’ that he breathe more
we wasn’t playin’ team ball, i coached the rocket
test a n*gga loyalty, i let him hold a block
he flip and come back, we forever locked in
people come, don’t question if i’ma tell or not
tackle a muslim, still look at my face to see that devil walk (yeah)

- toure est gee

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