Traffic Remix (feat. Berbice) - Shurwayne Winchester

Bands in my pants, keep 'em counterfeited All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on a Xanny, tell him we out in traffic Pay attention now, time to move somebody's plastic This for my dogs, niggas move through Xans and grammy Bands in my pants, keep 'em counterfeited All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on a Xanny, tell him we out in traffic Pay attention now, time to move somebody's plastic This for my dogs, niggas move through Xans and grammy I want a million My diamonds and my bitches come from the water This shit here Meridian I save 100 grams off the top I run with niggas running from the cops We send them things up to Philly Do numbers, it's silly We get this shit around the clock Used to sell fifty twenties for a knot I got them pretty bitches in here fucking with pimping From East Kentucky up to Grand Rapids, Michigan Wait, we might just [?] the state of the century Shoot these bitches out the gate, is you listening? We too cold, man a nigga we [?] I'm a player first and I'm 'bout my dividends Might just have your bitch up under the [?] for me Bands in my pants, keep 'em counterfeited All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on a Xanny, tell him we out in traffic Pay attention now, time to move somebody's plastic This for my dogs, niggas move through Xans and grammy Bands in my pants, keep 'em counterfeited All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on a Xanny, tell him we out in traffic Pay attention now, time to move somebody's plastic This for my dogs, niggas move through Xans and grammys We ran them sticks like they goin' out of fashion Looking for the action, I'm going through traffic I just made a flip like perfect gymnastics And put ten thousand dollars inside a mattress I just spent ten thousand dollars on passengers Fuck my bitch, man I believe in the Actavis Some fucking reason I'm riding the fashion Free Austin, free [?] Free my nigga Bookie, free my nigga [?] Motherfuck the 12, motherfuck 'em all These bitches free, needa pay for y'all I don't catch freebies, I don't lay with y'all I ain't got to tell you motherfuckers twice Lookin' at my face, tell 'em fuck the law I ain't got to tell you 'bout the time they hit the spot Bitch you got to drop your fucking drawers No letting you niggas' teams on the ball I was tryna get my team out the yard Serving everything, fiends in and out You was tryna take a bitch to haunted house I ain't never took a bitch to haunted house I'm a head hunter, I just want the mouth If you see a pussy nigga point him out If you got the money, nigga count it out Bands in my pants, keep 'em counterfeited All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on a Xanny, tell him we out in traffic Pay attention now, time to move somebody's plastic This for my dogs, niggas move through Xans and grammy Bands in my pants, keep 'em counterfeited All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on a Xanny, tell him we out in traffic Pay attention now, time to move somebody's plastic This for my dogs, niggas move through Xans and grammy

I could never think correctly, and you could never show your heart I was set in my ways and you wanted to change and we both fell apart You wanted a man to marry and I could never get past my sin It was all just so strange, I was halfway deranged Pretty much the same shape I'm in now But I need you if I'm gonna make it through this hell, Annabel Your benevolent way and manor, my sickly gunshy heart You wanted for me to heal, But I just tried to conceal it all right from the start Keep it honest and open, that's what you always said But what's a man to do when he don't know the truth And he lives inside his own head now But I need you if I'm gonna make it through this hell And I guess I'll just give it a shot now Try to make it on my own But God it just feels like a letdown That this house just ain't our home Ain't our home But I need you if I'm gonna make it through this hell I need you if I'm gonna make it through this hell I need you if I'm gonna make it through this hell, Annabel