
Save Me 2 Chainz (Ft. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)
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[Intro]
Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare the children
That's the last thing we wanna do
We don't wanna scare anybody
You are my, my eve—, my everything
It's so hard to choose, but somehow, I chose you
I love you
Sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff
Baby, you are my everything
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, when people ask me for some money, I tell 'em get in line (Line)
Another funeral, I done paid for all my niggas dying
I got that PTSD syndrome so all I hear is sirens
I text my nigga but I guess he ain't, hе ain't replyin'
Smile in your face, and whеn you turn your back, they stab your spine
I wear shades and carry sticks like I'm legally blind
A tall nigga in the coupe, so I'm easy to find
She want Versace so I flew her straight out to Milan
It ain't no cappin' in my rap, you know you pussy need a peppin'
From the Southside, off Old Nat, I'm in my bag, I gotta say
Grown niggas get upset if I don't give 'em no money
But you ain't do nothin' to them niggas when they slid on your homies
I ain't savin' nobody unless she's here to stay
You know the thighs match the ass, ass match the waist (Woo)
You know the tires match the rims, rims match the Wraith (Yeah)
And if she loyal, then she spoiled, nigga, that's my babe
Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare the children
That's the last thing we wanna do
We don't wanna scare anybody
You are my, my eve—, my everything
It's so hard to choose, but somehow, I chose you
I love you
Sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff
Baby, you are my everything
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, when people ask me for some money, I tell 'em get in line (Line)
Another funeral, I done paid for all my niggas dying
I got that PTSD syndrome so all I hear is sirens
I text my nigga but I guess he ain't, hе ain't replyin'
Smile in your face, and whеn you turn your back, they stab your spine
I wear shades and carry sticks like I'm legally blind
A tall nigga in the coupe, so I'm easy to find
She want Versace so I flew her straight out to Milan
It ain't no cappin' in my rap, you know you pussy need a peppin'
From the Southside, off Old Nat, I'm in my bag, I gotta say
Grown niggas get upset if I don't give 'em no money
But you ain't do nothin' to them niggas when they slid on your homies
I ain't savin' nobody unless she's here to stay
You know the thighs match the ass, ass match the waist (Woo)
You know the tires match the rims, rims match the Wraith (Yeah)
And if she loyal, then she spoiled, nigga, that's my babe
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