MoTown J1Hunnit (Ft. KrispyLife Kidd)
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[Intro: J1Hunnit]
(AyoRay, turn me up)
I'm just lookin' back at my life, you know?
[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
When I was young, I used to wanna sign to Motown
I used to feel like the David Ruffin of the house
They can't do this shit without me, this what that's 'bout
They took off and went ahead, them niggas left me out
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
When I was young, I always wanted a dope house
You used to be the man, now you don't even own an ounce
I can get it then flip it and clone an ounce
I had a lil' boy, that's the only thing that's slowin' me down
[Verse 3: J1Hunnit]
I used to make palettes on the floor, I done played the couch
Mad at the world for no reason, I done played the ground
I did my good deed for the game, the clientelle [?]
I was stabbed in the back, but I never did breathe an ounce
[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
My bitch get a choice, she can either breathe or pout
Piss me off, treat her like an [?], I'ma leave her out
Flint nigga, but I'm in Detroit sellin' keys on stout
On that bitch and her granny when I seen 'em out
(AyoRay, turn me up)
I'm just lookin' back at my life, you know?
[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
When I was young, I used to wanna sign to Motown
I used to feel like the David Ruffin of the house
They can't do this shit without me, this what that's 'bout
They took off and went ahead, them niggas left me out
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
When I was young, I always wanted a dope house
You used to be the man, now you don't even own an ounce
I can get it then flip it and clone an ounce
I had a lil' boy, that's the only thing that's slowin' me down
[Verse 3: J1Hunnit]
I used to make palettes on the floor, I done played the couch
Mad at the world for no reason, I done played the ground
I did my good deed for the game, the clientelle [?]
I was stabbed in the back, but I never did breathe an ounce
[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
My bitch get a choice, she can either breathe or pout
Piss me off, treat her like an [?], I'ma leave her out
Flint nigga, but I'm in Detroit sellin' keys on stout
On that bitch and her granny when I seen 'em out
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