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Danny E.
(I miss you, Danny)
Runnin' down, I'm missin' yo' calls
Runnin' up the blogs, I won't answer yo' calls
Runnin' up the blogs, I won't answer yo' calls
My choppa singin' this song, like a church
That boy playin' put him in a hearse
So many bullets, you can't call a nurse
Hit her for the night, and my choppa gon' hurt
Talkin' down on me, I put him up in a shirt
Talkin' down on me, pop his ass like a dirt
Go to my grave, to be honest, I can't work
Don't know why he talkin' when his ass could get murked
I'ma get a bag, go shop a Louis Vuitton
They be always hatin', why you on what you on?
Run up on that boy, he like, "What you on?"
He said he got racks, well bitch, I got a ton
Ton, ton
He said he got racks, well bitch, I got a ton