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Rick Ross - I Wonder Why
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[Intro] The day you decide to get you some money Nigga fuck your friends Aint no friends we aint even on that All these niggas taking Instagrams, selfies Point me to the money Point me to the money Business, big business Maybach business If you aint with it I dont fuck with you [Hook] You aint gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money Keep it real with me nigga and you wont be disappointed My brother caught a L and I still write him every month He told me sell his guns and I still got em in the trunk I wonder why, I wonder why I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why I wanna shine just like the summertime They say them folk gave him a heap of time [Verse 1] Nappy-headed nigga, pocket full of crack rock Nineteen, living like a fucking rap star Watching from my porch you thought it was a fucking film One day he buy the car, next day the fucking rims Curly-headed bitches, tall and they slim They know Im [?] but see I know its him Never testify, I seen it in his eye Attempted murder on his life in that 360, ah With my two eyes Two different pistols One with registered and one to get your issue I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why All this fame and fortune leave you traumatized [Hook] You aint gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money Keep it real with me nigga and you wont be disappointed My brother caught a L and I still write him every month He told me sell his guns and I still got em in the trunk I wonder why, I wonder why I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why I wanna shine just like the summertime They say them folk gave him a heap of time [Bridge] Now Im being followed by some creepy-ass cracker Now Im being followed by some creepy-ass cracker Stand your ground, stand your ground Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground [Verse 2] Got on my hoodie and my motherfucking Desert Eagle You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise I could see a hustler in my sons eyes I never knew that money bring so many enemies Dreams come true, they dream of killing me But its fuck em and I feed em fish Them killers coming, X you off the list [Bridge] Now Im being followed by some creepy-ass cracker Now Im being followed by some creepy-ass cracker Stand your ground, stand your ground Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground [Hook] You aint gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money Keep it real with me nigga and you wont be disappointed My brother caught a L and I still write him every month He told me sell his guns and I still got em in the trunk I wonder why, I wonder why I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why I wanna shine just like the summertime They say them folk gave him a heap of time [Outro: Rachel Jeantel] (Okay, theyre having trouble hearing you, so take your time) Creepy-ass cracka And then he said [bleep] (And hes still following you?) Yes
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