Teresa Shordie Shordie
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[Verse 1]
Lames, you like them lames again
Games, you like them games again
Fame, nigga, tuck that chain again
He died, come back to life, I let them niggas bust your brain again (Ooh, Uncle Sam made this beat)
Like, "Oh, well"
Catch that boy like Odell
Go far in the kitchen, that the weed, it got a coke smell
Gun, it got a kick, I gotta hold that bitch with both arms
And after I get neck, she put her clothes on
Call later, like
[Chorus]
Teresa, said that I can't be with you no longer
She gon' call her ex nigga, I'm gon' try to rob him
Bro gon' try to strеtch niggas, I'm gon' try to stall 'em
Like, maybe wе should call 'em
Do you really wanna be here with me? Thank you for tryin'
Bro shot a nigga, he like, "Thank you for dyin'"
Bake another nigga just to say we got an oven
Spin, then spin again, then hit his cousin for Teresa
[Verse 2]
I'm doin' drugs, feel I'm in love, what about my healin'?
Thought that shit was good, what about our feelings?
Show me how it is, do me like, "Fuck it"
They better not touch it, pull it out in public
'Cause around the way, shootin' shit like 'round the way, I'm slidin'
'Nother clip, drop it, put another in and bop it
Come with me, grab whatever, don't say we was shoppin'
More like an O2, girl, you a go-to
I never, mean never had known when you're kind
Watchin' both sides, still on your line
Say I should leave, but I know that they lyin'
I'm tellin' you (Woah)
Lames, you like them lames again
Games, you like them games again
Fame, nigga, tuck that chain again
He died, come back to life, I let them niggas bust your brain again (Ooh, Uncle Sam made this beat)
Like, "Oh, well"
Catch that boy like Odell
Go far in the kitchen, that the weed, it got a coke smell
Gun, it got a kick, I gotta hold that bitch with both arms
And after I get neck, she put her clothes on
Call later, like
[Chorus]
Teresa, said that I can't be with you no longer
She gon' call her ex nigga, I'm gon' try to rob him
Bro gon' try to strеtch niggas, I'm gon' try to stall 'em
Like, maybe wе should call 'em
Do you really wanna be here with me? Thank you for tryin'
Bro shot a nigga, he like, "Thank you for dyin'"
Bake another nigga just to say we got an oven
Spin, then spin again, then hit his cousin for Teresa
[Verse 2]
I'm doin' drugs, feel I'm in love, what about my healin'?
Thought that shit was good, what about our feelings?
Show me how it is, do me like, "Fuck it"
They better not touch it, pull it out in public
'Cause around the way, shootin' shit like 'round the way, I'm slidin'
'Nother clip, drop it, put another in and bop it
Come with me, grab whatever, don't say we was shoppin'
More like an O2, girl, you a go-to
I never, mean never had known when you're kind
Watchin' both sides, still on your line
Say I should leave, but I know that they lyin'
I'm tellin' you (Woah)
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