Still Pain

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[Intro] Yeah [Chorus] S-southside shit, bitch, e-eastside shit too Oh, you say that's yo' lil' ho? Well, yeah, that's my bitch too Said, "Fuck riding in the four," don't pull up in some clique shit, new coupe Said you got pressure with lil' four, then fuck nigga, what you want do? She like the liquor with the juice, oh-yeah-yeah, she wan' get loose Still pain, s-s-still pain Side-bitch call me, "Glo," main bitch say my real name Yeah, I'm so damn geeked, my head over the hills, man Yeah, there's so much hate, tryna bring peace in the fuckin' game, yеah The C.I.A. winning, the C.I.A. winning Won't stop until I'm finish, won't stop– won't stop 'til I finish Thesе niggas ain't really spinning, grown nigga, but he act like children Free twin, he the reason for the killings I'ma keep dropping shit like chitlins [Verse] Hop out, hop out, homicide, homicide, we was the ones catching them B's We the one putting niggas right to bed, putting niggas right to sleep And then they tried to fuck up the bread, can't fuck up the cheese I never let the money get to my head, put that on G-O-D (On G-O-D) I'm thinking 'bout this bitch, she on my mind, this ho talkin' in my dreams I'm thinking 'bout this bitch, she on my mind, this ho talkin' in my dreams [Chorus] S-southside shit, bitch, e-eastside shit too Oh, you say that's yo' lil' ho? Well, yeah, that's my bitch too Said, "Fuck riding in the four," don't pull up in some clique shit, new coupe Said you got pressure with lil' four, then fuck nigga, what you want do? She like the liquor with the juice, oh-yeah-yeah, she wan' get loose Still pain, s-s-still pain Side-bitch call me, "Glo," main bitch say my real name Yeah, I'm so damn geeked, my head over the hills, man Yeah, there's so much hate, tryna bring peace in the fuckin' game, yeah The C.I.A. winning, the C.I.A. winning Won't stop until I'm finish, won't stop– won't stop 'til I finish These niggas ain't really spinning, grown nigga, but he act like children Free twin, he the reason for the killings I'ma keep dropping shit like chitlins [Outro] Hop out, hop out, homicide, homicide Free twin, he the reason for the killings (For the killings)
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- Glo