Lyrics to Here And There
Bought some Baccarat, sprayed the whole bottle in one day, had to hit the awards (Go Grizz)
She ain't give me that pussy back then, I'm him now, she know it
Where I'm from, you don't work that switch or scale, you gon' be borin'
I ain't gonna lie, I done did in bitches
I ain't gonna lie, I done bought some switches
Boss the bitch up, took her from her ex-nigga, now she don't wanna leave me
I ain't gonna do it no more, I turned my back, I seen the bitch leave me
I can't duck off and do shit by myself, my smackers don't wanna leave me
Onе-way flight with Spirit, booked, now she was out of herе
Bad bitch, Rolls truck, Maybachs all in my atmosphere
Forty-five, A$AP, arena show, uh-huh, gimme that
Me love no ho, no sir, I don't got feelings now
Fuck on a ratchet, here and there
Bust a serve here and there
Send a blitz here and there
Fuck his bitch here and there
Told y'all I can't be fucked with, but I say it here and there
7-4-14, I rep that shit everywhere
All these hoes come and go
All these 'bows come and go
They laughed at me at my low
I finally got us in the door
I can't never laugh at a nigga who tryin', some just that we want
My heart good, but I said, "Nah," and he cried, sent his ass back home
I don't know who raised these boys, I can't never be what they was born to be
I don't know who raised these boys, I can't never sit down and bite some cheese
I don't know who raised these hoes, don't ask me for my child, please
I really got some opps that'll suck a dick if the judge let 'em free
Boss up bitches here and there
Bought her a bag here and there
Shoot that pistol here and there
Fuck his sister here and there
Hang with killers here and there
Send the killers here and there
Cut the bitch off here and there
Week later, pullin' hair
Thankin' God I did it, I come from where niggas do or die (Yeah)
Pull up and put pistols on them niggas, fuck all that workin' out
She get three thousand pounds before I let her fly or chirp 'em down
Askin' me my type, I ain't got no type, I like to fuck around
Kelly bag (Phew, phew), Birkin bag (Phew, phew), Chanel bag (Phew, phew), Prada bag (Phew, phew)
They done pissed me off, I'm in that other bag (Phew, phew)
Pop out on 'em, three M's in a duffle bag (Phew, phew), yeah
Big Glock 40 on me, everybody know that I run shit (Yeah)
I don't care how rich I get, I'll still punch shit
White toes, long hair, pretty face, whole 'nother country
Had her, had her, had her, that'd be a long list
Lawyers paid, case dropped, murder gone, they had got the wrong nigga
Chrome jeans, ERD, Louis Timbs, I don't got no kickin'
Stand up, go getter, 90's baby, earrings, four-fifty
Blue lights, can't stop, body camera, catch a nigga ho with me
She ain't give me that pussy back then, I'm him now, she know it
Where I'm from, you don't work that switch or scale, you gon' be borin'
I ain't gonna lie, I done did in bitches
I ain't gonna lie, I done bought some switches
Boss the bitch up, took her from her ex-nigga, now she don't wanna leave me
I ain't gonna do it no more, I turned my back, I seen the bitch leave me
I can't duck off and do shit by myself, my smackers don't wanna leave me
Onе-way flight with Spirit, booked, now she was out of herе
Bad bitch, Rolls truck, Maybachs all in my atmosphere
Forty-five, A$AP, arena show, uh-huh, gimme that
Me love no ho, no sir, I don't got feelings now
Fuck on a ratchet, here and there
Bust a serve here and there
Send a blitz here and there
Fuck his bitch here and there
Told y'all I can't be fucked with, but I say it here and there
7-4-14, I rep that shit everywhere
All these hoes come and go
All these 'bows come and go
They laughed at me at my low
I finally got us in the door
I can't never laugh at a nigga who tryin', some just that we want
My heart good, but I said, "Nah," and he cried, sent his ass back home
I don't know who raised these boys, I can't never be what they was born to be
I don't know who raised these boys, I can't never sit down and bite some cheese
I don't know who raised these hoes, don't ask me for my child, please
I really got some opps that'll suck a dick if the judge let 'em free
Boss up bitches here and there
Bought her a bag here and there
Shoot that pistol here and there
Fuck his sister here and there
Hang with killers here and there
Send the killers here and there
Cut the bitch off here and there
Week later, pullin' hair
Thankin' God I did it, I come from where niggas do or die (Yeah)
Pull up and put pistols on them niggas, fuck all that workin' out
She get three thousand pounds before I let her fly or chirp 'em down
Askin' me my type, I ain't got no type, I like to fuck around
Kelly bag (Phew, phew), Birkin bag (Phew, phew), Chanel bag (Phew, phew), Prada bag (Phew, phew)
They done pissed me off, I'm in that other bag (Phew, phew)
Pop out on 'em, three M's in a duffle bag (Phew, phew), yeah
Big Glock 40 on me, everybody know that I run shit (Yeah)
I don't care how rich I get, I'll still punch shit
White toes, long hair, pretty face, whole 'nother country
Had her, had her, had her, that'd be a long list
Lawyers paid, case dropped, murder gone, they had got the wrong nigga
Chrome jeans, ERD, Louis Timbs, I don't got no kickin'
Stand up, go getter, 90's baby, earrings, four-fifty
Blue lights, can't stop, body camera, catch a nigga ho with me
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