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Situations Video (MV)




Performed By: 804Leak
Length: 2:22
Written by: Malik Taylor




804Leak - Situations Lyrics




Ion do friends wit no benifits
If u see me wit ha den I'm hittin it
Ian movin if not fa da Benjamin's
Friendly nah cause these niggaz look diff-er-ent

I make music but swea I'm a different breed
Mumble rappas n bitches can't get ta me
Snitchin niggaz yo stories I don't believe
I got locked up one time Ian get ta leave
How you trap n sell crack but you steady free
How you scam on da gram n nobody see
How you claim you my dog but you on a leash
Hitting bitches I hit who you wanna be

I can't f*ck wit no bitch who play make believe
Christmas time you saw presents on Christmas Eve
I was looking at leaves until New Year's eve
Happy time at the tree Ian never see
Strap stay tucked on my hip like I took a picture
Ian smokin nor drinkin don't f*ck wit liquor
Ima make it I promise that's on my sister
So she see Ian never gone be a quitter
Just a warning that love turn me too a killer
F*ck wit her bullets stick to you like a sticker
I f*cked up let em shoot me like mid December
I bust back ask his mama bet she remember

I took crumbs n I made it a masterpiece
Painting pictures a sumtin u gotta see
F*ck a basketball I took da better route
Fell off for awhile I'm feeling better now

Chasing dreams so I dropped outta college
Black tee never dressed in designer
Need da work I'm da plug nigga holla
On my own never asked for a dollar
Bonnie Clyde yo I need me a rider
Two door coup when I pull up beside ha

Richmond my residence
If it came wit a price kno I'm sellin it
I got caught up one time I was mailin it
But that's all I can say cause that's evidence

I'm too sick bitch just call me da plague
Say it's beef ain't no callin da feds
If you slip bullets crawl in yo head
F*ck yo bitch ima crawl in yo bed

Give a f*ck ion got no respect
If I did ion got no regrets
I wear gold ion got no patecs
From VA kno I keep me a tech

I'm bringin em in
Kicking em out
Wrappin em up
Sending em out
Feins at the door n I'm fixing em out
Watch what you say never mention a drought

I bought me a coup it came wit a stick
I got me a drum n it came wit a clip
U came wit yo bitch n I left wit ha lip
Send her to you n she gave you a kiss
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Ion do friends wit no benifits
If u see me wit ha den I'm hittin it
Ian movin if not fa da Benjamin's
Friendly nah cause these niggaz look diff-er-ent

I make music but swea I'm a different breed
Mumble rappas n bitches can't get ta me
Snitchin niggaz yo stories I don't believe
I got locked up one time Ian get ta leave
How you trap n sell crack but you steady free
How you scam on da gram n nobody see
How you claim you my dog but you on a leash
Hitting bitches I hit who you wanna be

I can't f*ck wit no bitch who play make believe
Christmas time you saw presents on Christmas Eve
I was looking at leaves until New Year's eve
Happy time at the tree Ian never see
Strap stay tucked on my hip like I took a picture
Ian smokin nor drinkin don't f*ck wit liquor
Ima make it I promise that's on my sister
So she see Ian never gone be a quitter
Just a warning that love turn me too a killer
F*ck wit her bullets stick to you like a sticker
I f*cked up let em shoot me like mid December
I bust back ask his mama bet she remember

I took crumbs n I made it a masterpiece
Painting pictures a sumtin u gotta see
F*ck a basketball I took da better route
Fell off for awhile I'm feeling better now

Chasing dreams so I dropped outta college
Black tee never dressed in designer
Need da work I'm da plug nigga holla
On my own never asked for a dollar
Bonnie Clyde yo I need me a rider
Two door coup when I pull up beside ha

Richmond my residence
If it came wit a price kno I'm sellin it
I got caught up one time I was mailin it
But that's all I can say cause that's evidence

I'm too sick bitch just call me da plague
Say it's beef ain't no callin da feds
If you slip bullets crawl in yo head
F*ck yo bitch ima crawl in yo bed

Give a f*ck ion got no respect
If I did ion got no regrets
I wear gold ion got no patecs
From VA kno I keep me a tech

I'm bringin em in
Kicking em out
Wrappin em up
Sending em out
Feins at the door n I'm fixing em out
Watch what you say never mention a drought

I bought me a coup it came wit a stick
I got me a drum n it came wit a clip
U came wit yo bitch n I left wit ha lip
Send her to you n she gave you a kiss
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Writer: Malik Taylor
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