Lyrics:

wokeups:

Burned out, all my flame is gone
It's gone
All of these niggas they lame, they wrong
I had to right my wrongs
You ain't special, you just one of many
Actually, you one of plenty
Pockets fat like a pig, yours guinea
Back and forth like we Georgia and Ginny
Ride in Coupe and the windows tinted
Man I'm feeling you, energetic
Niggas copy me like apprentice
Used to wanna fuck with you
But the attitude didn't go
Bullets flying out the window, droppin' low
Bodies droppin' eeny, meenie, miny, moe
I can't crash out over shit I can't control
You don't see my pain, we seeing you, Opal
Cry in the rain, cry in the rain
You wanna be somebody, I see that you hope to
Shoot that gun, 'til it click just like it's "Osu!"

frendi: 

Man down, and that nigga need O2
Only God, that's the man that I owe to
I feel like the Spurs, baby in '03
2004, I was ballin like Kobe
In 2005 i was totin' gen 5's
Ain' talkin money, I look to the right
Why it have to be like this?
I'm singing all these songs like this
Pull up in a two door whip
They be like, "Yung Frendi you made it," huh
I told my mama, "We made it," yeah
It took me so long, but baby I'm here
I feel like im Hiei, bitch I been top tier
Killing myself 'cause you're still not here
Glocks up, man you know how it go
Pull up wit the AMG bros
And wokeups got the ARP tho
He ain't getting money, lil nigga we know
Yung Frendi, 408 shootin' fasho
Me and Jovan, we the SRT bros
I call up lil' Cip we in KOP grove
Me and my bitch, we be ballin', melrose
And she dont love me, that's the murder she wrote

confide in you 2 ft. frendi (symels)

ohyea3

u kno

Not Regular

lyrics:
Yeah how you flex up just like that?
I flexed up just like Shawn Michaels baby
When I talk to God they calling me crazy
I ain't hear your voice
You wanna hop in the Track' it's your choice
You wanna hop in this Track' it's your choice i'm finna flip it though
I don't talk to Jezebel, cause' im over those
I'm a fiend for Jesus Christ, i might overdose
And this Trackhawk got no fog lights, where i'm going though?
I don't listen to ovo, I can't listen to Drake
This Trackhawk way too loud, made me get kicked out the HOA
Said "Joey why you so proud?" Cause all my bruddas we saved
I put some blood in my cup, I sip His blood everyday
I sip Holy yeah, yeah it's in my cup
Blessings count em' up, blessings count em' up
I just pray and keep it pushing
In the game for a while so I can't be a rookie
Pull up in Track' they look, pull up in Track' they look
Five bands for the fit, gold on me feel like king tut
I pray for my brudda, my slime got the lil chop tucked
Helmut Lang jeans ain't got no cuff
She ain't a P31 can't cuff
10% tithe I send em a dub
my swag too brazy
Yeah how you flex up just like that?
What you wanna do? I'll burn your vetements jacket
Hop in this ride might flip this track
Hop in this ride might flip this track
Hop in this ride might flip this track
Hop in this ride might flip this track

holy (prod.gabrius)

goin’ up

keep me close

luv is

VINE

http://www.thaddy.net
Music video for "I Need You Now", which is the 2nd Single off of T Haddy's 2011 release "Urban Worship Vol.1". Album is set for digital release on Sep 15th 2011. For more info, go to www.thaddy.net

T Haddy " I Need You Now "

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goin’ up

dracleia