Long Time!

[Intro] (Made in Heaven!) [Verse 1: Che] I sip drank till I feel Still looking for a way to get out You said that you wouldn't tell your friends Bitch, you never ever could figure me out I just hit my little plug for the re up For the week, I might chill at your b house They gon suck it up, bounce when I see ya though I lost feelings long time ago Bullets, he gon feel em, he ain't going home Chop em like a thriller (chop em like a thriller) I've been smoking killa I'm the realest nigga Why this hoe acting so bitter Drank poured til I hurt my liver Tell this hoe that I ain't sеntimental I can't look at myself in the mirror Wishin’ all my problеms disappear I don't give a fuck about your peers I make money just to make it clear [Verse 2: Texaco] I make money just to make it clear Fucking this ho, and I hit from the rear Money on me when I'm spending my deal When they come in the car, I can't Trapped too hard I be This hoe want to fuck, suck the meat He ain't gang, so he can't compete Little don't pour up the peace I'll pull up on a nigga in sleets I shoot at the house all week I'll shoot a the casa all week Niggas know who it is, me No, and I can't lie Pull up with this hoe with her cousin, that bitch fine She just want to talk, but I just want to love, all mine Baby when you love, be quiet I don't got no time Pull up in a ZO6, but I forgot all my tires This hoe want to talk to me, I dis-pitched bitch out the mind All my niggas gang related, they go down or not Told her start up when it's hot, whip in we'll get ready for a ride [Verse 3: Jaydes] She wan’ come back (she wan’ come back) I knew that shit (I knew that shit) I just want my bread I just want my chips Is you gon give me head? If you not, get out the crib, hoe Bitch, I'm really gone Bitch, this gas really hittin I made a play, I got my swag up All these lame niggas stealing swag, bruh Little bro talking crazy, need to back up I can get you jugged by your mans with a mask on [Outro] (Made in Heaven!) Still looking for a way to get out You said that you wouldn't tell your friends Bitch, you never ever could figure me out I just hit my little plug for the re up For the week, I might chill at your b house They gon suck it up, bounce when I see ya though