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Running Out of Love
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Yung Bleu
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You know it's a lot of shit I don't speak on But this that Bleu Vandross shit, nigga (????$???????????? ???????????? ???????????????????????? ?????????????????) We finna touch the muthaf*ckin streets I think I'm running out of love now I think I'm running out Stick talk, these niggas know I'm with they stick talk No, I ain't tired but I spend 20 on my exhaust He tried to run them plays on me he got picked out Interception, T hold my drink cause I ain't finna flex I Just bought a house I paid cash for it Streets made me rich, I never asked for it How the f*ck you 'pose to love me? You don't love yourself Everybody they disappear when I needed help And grandma told me "Don't cry, cause God got it" And I believe in myself you know I'm hard bout it Yeah nigga, I was raised in the ghetto No hot water, we couldn't even bathe in the ghetto They gon' put extension on them Ks in the ghetto Sunny days in the ghetto Never last, so we hustled to keep paid in the ghetto, yeah Pistol close to hand, my lil homie he got murdered By his closest man I know these niggas scared of us I'ma get money and I put that on my dead brothers I'll beat that p*ssy from the back, cause we used to be lovers Murder for Hire of skull we used to be brothers We used to be brothers I think I'm running out of love now Niggas been hating left my niggas in the slums now Used to have hoop dreams but now we selling drugs now Used to have hoop dreams but now we selling drugs now I know these niggas scared of us I'ma get money and I put that on my dead brothers I'll beat that p*ssy from the back, cause we used to be lovers Murder for Hire of skull we used to be brothers We used to be brothers I think I'm running out of love now Niggas been hating left my niggas in the slums now Used to have hoop dreams but now we selling drugs now Used to have hoop dreams but now we selling drugs now (Tell em my story) Raindrops falling bad bitches be callin' [?] in my hood and the feds keep callin' Baby mama on my ass but the bread keep callin' Pop a perk just to make a nigga head stop throbbin' Tell me can you see (Tell me, tell me) All this pain in me (All this pain in me) Tell me, can you see it, can you see it? I just had a shootout in the 'partment 4 deep in a Honda, hid my dope in the compartment Plus I got that Iron man, on my Tony Stark shit Hanging in the alleyway, drug dealing I ain't see no better way Streets never loved me, once you turn 25 you a OG Tinted windows, tryna hide from the police Tell me do you wanna see a young nigga win? I told you on Investments 3, I had too many friends Plus every dollar that I make is gone in the wind Been tryna talk to God I think I did too many sins And if we spin they block tonight, bet we gon' spin again [Hook] (2x) I know these niggas scared of us I'ma get money and I put that on my dead brothers I'll beat that p*ssy from the back, cause we used to be lovers Murder for Hire of skull we used to be brothers We used to be brothers I think I'm running out of love now Niggas been hating left my niggas in the slums now Used to have hoop dreams but now we selling drugs now Used to have hoop dreams but now we selling drugs now
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