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Boosie BadAzz( Lil Boosie )
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I Testify
This is what's wrong No love at home This is what's wrong No jobs to work This is what's wrong Too many lying in church too many cry and hurt Too many try'na lurch we be hurting too long I testify I testify I tell the truth I hold my hand I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand I tell you how they lost lost and just don't understand I talk for 'em let me help you understand
You know how many people have been round this mother fucker People really scared round this mother fucker If you don't find a program for the Mac and the Sam They gonna grow up like Greg and his big brothers Nigga tired of making music and they making money Niggas spending money but they making none Now your right in front of stoves cooking nose run Mother fucker did I testify
You made money stayed in crime Put they hands through the line And Marvin Gaye said what's going on Holies in Cali and Texas they high You looking dumb like what's going on I ain't hating on Trump I'm just saying No day for some travel on some plane We need get help us let The water they be drinking is dirty as the rain Black people man data left us in the rain Shot us in the back when they saw are fucking heat Got us on the back thought we couldn't shake back We're on three strikes fuck Bill Clinton We're in the hood try'na get gold well Call is too high most of the rich never went So why do we strive You can have insurance but they still wont pay the whole bills for you Wake up this life is too real for you
This is what's wrong No love in home This is what's wrong No jobs to work This is what's wrong Too many lying in church too many cry and hurt Too many try'na lurch we be hurting too long Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I testify I testify I tell the truth I hold my hand I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand I tell you how they lost lost and just don't understand I talk for 'em let me help you understand
You know why the kids overweight right Cuz all you let 'em do is play on that damn iPod You don't let 'em run and play like they used to do back in the day So they never loose wait when they try hard Nigga tell 'em on the arm board Got caught go whip a kush You should see the pussy I testify
Nigga said that he was hating so he ratted That ain't why he ratted ratted cuz the nigga he won't need a pussy Race walls I don't wanna be a race car Stay the fuck might get hit with a raycha Cuz a bitch tell a lie for a dollar bill The same bitch who would die for a dollar bill That wont pay the teacher but It'll pay the judge Where the cure of diabetes wont you get it up You'll never get it up They don't wanna loose niggas so they thinking 'bout the money They don't give a fuck I'm just tired of seeing wrong got the wrong What I'm seeing with my eyes is a murder scene White boy killed 9 black people in a church He was hungry to get that bitch Burger King
This is what's wrong No love in home This is what's wrong No jobs to work This is what's wrong Too many lying in church too many cry and hurt Too many try'na lurch we be hurting too long I testify I testify I tell the truth I hold my hand I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand I tell you how they lost lost and just don't understand I talk for 'em let me help you understand I testify
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