My Pain (feat. SoWavy Mike) - Bbg Buck

We were up too late Smoking cigarettes at my place And if we were still on MySpace Then this would be my top 8, yeah-yeah Sneaking liquor in the basement You know my Dad would never say shit But we were skipping school And breaking into swimming pools Acting stupid when we wasted Long nights in the suburbs All grew up, moved out, what a bummer If I could do it all again I would This one's for the homies 'Cause they really know me And I'll always come back Whenever I'm lonely So let's pour another, for us and the old me 'Cause I'm on the road now But I miss the home team, damn, I love my homies Yeah, I love my homies only, oh Yeah, you ready? (Yeah) And you can't spell homies without home And there ain't no me without 'em I can't even try to count the miles I've gone To make something of myself to bring back home And yeah, even though a lot of them Are doing good and I'm proud of 'em I hope they know, I got 'em, I know they know I got the homies and a bottle What more do I want I don't need much more than this, yeah Long nights in the summer Ain't had much, but we had each other If I could do it all again I would This one's for the homies 'Cause they really know me And I'll always come back Whenever I'm lonely So let's pour another, for us and the old me 'Cause I'm on the road now But I miss the home team, damn, I love my homies Oh, yeah, I love my homies, only, oh You can't spell homies without home And there ain't no me without 'em No cap No kizzy, you ready?

YYou don't even know right now I'm staring at my phone right now Wondering if I should call you or leave you 'lone right now I'm in my zone right now I'm just, chilling at home right now Shots of Patron right now I should put my phone right down But girl, I'm so alone right now That's why I'm... Textin' my ex (oh no) Don't I look good? I'm just talkin' 'bout sex (yeah) Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex (oh no) Don't I look good? I'm just talkin' 'bout sex And I'm so ready for regrets Yeah, baby, baby I know you remember way, way back in December we was in love, yeah I've been thinking of you Please tell me that I'm the one you're thinking of, yeah I just can't forget you now since I met you down in the club, ye-yeah I know that I let you down, but we need to just link back up, yeah Probably shouldn't call you But you know I'm 'bout to call you And I don't even need to fall through But I'm a man, baby, ain't that what we all do? I understand what you tweetin' out Hoping I'm the man that you speaking 'bout But you didn't @ me Hope my new girl don't catch me Textin' my ex (oh no) Don't I look good? I'm just talkin' 'bout sex (yeah) Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex (oh no) Don't I look good? I'm just talkin' 'bout sex And I'm so ready for regrets Yeah, baby, baby I know you remember way, way back in December we was in love, yeah I've been thinking of you Please tell me that I'm the one you're thinking of, yeah I just can't forget you now since I met you down in the club, ye-yeah I know that I let you down, but we need to just link back up, yeah, yeah You know you shouldn't call me So why the hell you call me? You know I got a new man But this unknown number, this is all you Even though this ain't right I'll give it to you, I won't think twice Didn't mean to hurt you Just hope your new girl don't catch you texting your ex Don't I look good? I'm just talkin' 'bout sex (yeah) Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex (oh no) Don't I look good? I'm just talkin' 'bout sex I'm so ready for regrets Yeah, baby, baby I know you remember way, way back in December we was in love, yeah I've been thinking of you Please, tell me that I'm the one you're thinking of, yeah I just can't forget you now since I met you down in the club, yeah I know that I let you down, but we need to just link back up, yeah

Get 'em Buck! Ok! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it I got 'em like hey! Got 'em rollin' The kush on the way and the champagne frozen Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open I'm ridin' presidential like the shit that I'm smokin' Water with the work, Petrom on my shirt And a zip ain't shit, I need a quarter P of Purp Gon' break it down, pass it all around I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown Them dope boys in this bitch like, "Let me buy that" Broke niggas in this bitch like, "Let me try that" I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go They can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Let's play the game, I'm the quarterback (don't stop, homey) I go to jail if I get sacked (so block for me) Eight-ball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin' Got the whole club leanin' with it, and body rockin' Drunk drivin' in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked Seventy-Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?! I'm homeboy, holla at ya homeboy Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy First come first serve, fuck what ya heard I'm piecin' out my pack 'til I come up on a bird Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin' on these hoes They know me at the bank, love me at the jewelry stores I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go (I bet he got a vest) no, but I got my tech though Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Yeah, you know what it is How we do the damn thang down here, nigga What you workin' with? Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club Throwin' your rent money, be broke in the mornin' Have us laughin' at ya broke ass, yeah Where my dope boys at? Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god-damn money! Hey! Let's go!

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