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Child's Play Video (MV)




Performed By: Sincerely
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: ANTONIO RENARD SMITH




Sincerely - Child's Play Lyrics




How we gon' kill this muf*cka?
Ion' know maybe we can rush em
Hell na' we gon have to cut em
Off on the bridge errbody know he trouble
Meet me when the birds start chirpin
Two am that's when he like to politic and shit
Wit' the bottle on his hip, what's the verdict?
We gon' catch em' when he swervin
Pull up on the curb wit' the syrup in the cup
We gon' sip to the pain that we drained
Shots for them times that our moms out there cryin' in the whip
Cuz this nigga keep drinkin

Hut one, hut two, yeah
That's when I go, yeah
80 in the 45
Shit gettin' real tight
Seen em' outside
Seen em' outside
Seen em' outside

Told my mama that he had to go
Make some paper late at night, you know
She was by my window drinkin' Ronas
Guess she know that he was wit' the culture

Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black!

You ain't have to do it man
We was doin' straight when you moved in
Momma had the Honda, yeah the coupe joint
I understand that she was looking for a man, ice
Pedal to the metal
Shit gettin' settled
Ridin' through the ghetto
Two more lights till' we get to the spot
And you goin' back to hell where you came from

You got time to change your ways just don't go through those lights
You gon' end up just like him if you don't change your mind

Wake up
Wake up
It's time for school
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How we gon' kill this muf*cka?
Ion' know maybe we can rush em
Hell na' we gon have to cut em
Off on the bridge errbody know he trouble
Meet me when the birds start chirpin
Two am that's when he like to politic and shit
Wit' the bottle on his hip, what's the verdict?
We gon' catch em' when he swervin
Pull up on the curb wit' the syrup in the cup
We gon' sip to the pain that we drained
Shots for them times that our moms out there cryin' in the whip
Cuz this nigga keep drinkin

Hut one, hut two, yeah
That's when I go, yeah
80 in the 45
Shit gettin' real tight
Seen em' outside
Seen em' outside
Seen em' outside

Told my mama that he had to go
Make some paper late at night, you know
She was by my window drinkin' Ronas
Guess she know that he was wit' the culture

Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black man!
Black!

You ain't have to do it man
We was doin' straight when you moved in
Momma had the Honda, yeah the coupe joint
I understand that she was looking for a man, ice
Pedal to the metal
Shit gettin' settled
Ridin' through the ghetto
Two more lights till' we get to the spot
And you goin' back to hell where you came from

You got time to change your ways just don't go through those lights
You gon' end up just like him if you don't change your mind

Wake up
Wake up
It's time for school
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Writer: ANTONIO RENARD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid

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