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lirik lagu had to – tyrelle

yuh’, yuh’

(run that sh*t back zch, you know that)
had to find out for myself now (myself now)
ain’t nowhere to hide out, h*ll nah (h*ll nah)
baby why you wanna play with me now (gotta play with me)
say whatever you gotta say to me now (gotta say with me)

but baby don’t let me find out, find out (find out)
baby don’t let me find out, find out (find out)
baby don’t let me find out, aye
don’t let me find out, aye
you can stay in yo lane, ain’t no way, we can work now
tried to play, heard you say, ain’t no way, you be turnt out
love the way, that you hate, throwin’ shade, hope it hurt now
had it made, it’s a shame, ain’t no way, i can break down (no way)

you (you) wrong (ye’) i knew i was right, get (get) gone (gone)
i done seen the light

just wanna be left alone, cuz’ i done paid the price (for real)
you should of just let me known what was on your mind

man it’s crazy, cuz’ lately i’m thinking, we go again
even though i miss you, i can’t get near you, not even as friends
no, i can’t go, this the very end
that’s fosho’ what’s done is done, is nothin’ left to mend

opp thot’s, two face, they just loose change (no fosho’)
make it make sense, you would think i’m insane (insane)
you’ve see i’m up so you’ve been low down, that was your biggest mistake
i guess it’s good, because i know now, you was just misplaced

had to find out for myself now (myself now)
ain’t nowhere to hide out, h*ll nah (h*ll nah)
baby why you wanna play with me now (gotta play with me)
say whatever you gotta say to me now (gotta say with me)
but baby don’t let me find out, find out (find out)
baby don’t let me find out, find out (find out)
baby don’t let me find out, aye
don’t let me find out, aye

let me find out lil shawty’ tryna f*ck around, them legs shakin’
double s chain ’round my neck, it got my sh*t aching

last n*gga played, he made the news, aww that’s so heartbreaking
must forgot i let that ‘choppa sing like that b*tch clay aiken

aye that lemon squeeze, ‘choppa sh*ll four double o degrees a piece
gotta admit that i came from the bricks, section 8 toughtin’ them bl!cks
i be wit robbers, i be wit k!llas, but that’s complicated, ain’t be speaking on sh*t

know the difference between real and a snake n*gga
that’s yo friend, and he a rat, you better duck with em’
real life snakes in the grass. chop they head off
vaseline in the brick, brought the feds off
had to chill on the perc, cuz its fentanyl
crack the skull, turn his egg to eggnog
why? (why) they (they) won’t (won’t) just leave me alone

ayo zch, run this sh*t back man

- tyrelle

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