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Lyfe Jennings - Still Here - текст песни, видео

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Lyfe Jennings - Still Here - текст песни, видео

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Street life killed my daddy

got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy

since i lost my first tooth i ain't been happy 

young wild nigga child why that boy is so nappy

he got that devil in 'im 

police wanna take him down

used to be a player but the coochie cost money now

he ain't to bright but he know a trap when he see one

got is conscious in his pants with his gun


Chorus:

seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows

it done been seventeen years of pain

but i'm still here though

seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows

it done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though

shoe box full of pictures

all that's left of good times i shared with my niggas

some alive and some no longer with us

how da, how da, how da hell do you pray for forgiveness 

when you got devil in you

rogain keeps the hair strong but cocain keeps the cable on

i can't wait till my nigga jb come home

why do all the real niggas stay gone so long

chorus

seventeen years of rain foggin up my window

it done been seventeen years of pain

but i'm still here though

seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows 

it done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though

even though a nigga still in the hood 

gettin drunk and smokin on wood

i'ma make it up out of this street life 

on the corner is where i stood

out there all by myself cuz a player gotta get this mil

wearin fur ain't doin us no good

flippin burgers ain't gonn make you filled

but i'm still ten toes in this hustlin tryna make hood rich

and i still ain't trustin no bitch cuz the mother fuckers always snitch

its hard in this ghetto man fifteen years old with coke and caine 

cheese don't come i'ma go insane snatch me a purse snatch me a chain 

out here on the block with the fiends and the moon 

sqweeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon

he done stole my dough he took my food 

project wasn't born with a silver spoon in mouth in my grill wear six chain then niggas get killed

one in the grave the other in jail

nobody wins thats fo' real 

back way when i was a runny nose

runnin round up and down the town

carrying a black glock and a gold frown 

i kept that product on me 

it wasn't no problem homie 

you said it i had it and met you if you stole my money

just tryna buy bologna but now i'm buying lobster

still totin a glock but pusing a rolls rouce and winning oscars


chorus


(Thanks to Lynette for these lyrics)
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