Jarren Benton - Tears lyrics

After laughter, comes tears After laughter, comes tears [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Uh, Yeah Shed tears for my n***as that perished Sippin' red wine in Paris, get topped on a terrace Spent a night on the carouse These b**hes flock when you wear it f*ggots knockin' your marriage Then go and plot with a sheriff Rats, blowin' kush in a Cubano Cigarillo If the p**y good I let the b**h go buy a few stiletto's It's the god, bon voyage n***as is frauds You ain't hard, I'll pull up, take a sh** in your yard These f*ggots yappin' with the captain and Sarge' The k**as pull up with the straps and then they clap at your car It's a homicide, likely you traumatized God bless the kid that really lived that sh** that you personify Started lord's best work through a sonogram Murder rappers, the Son of Sam I put 'em under the sand, ugh n***as pa**ing and we pour more beers Still grieving so we pour more tears What the f**? After laughter, comes tears After laughter, comes tears [Verse 2: Big Cheeko] Yo, Yo, uh n***as forget to mention when you break em off with digits Put 'em up in position, get 'em high as a ceilin' I'mma chase the feelin' And I won't let up on these n***as till I count a million I won't be specific See I came from the bottom I ain't seen enough b**hes further on my dick when I clean it up This the mind call me 'papa' is you in or what? I live the life that these n***as just wanna rap about Haters fold like money and keep they hands out I got n***as locked down tryna stand out You said you bossed up my n***a whats your plan 'bout Free all my n***as from them cells when I make it out Seen a n***a shot dead in my younger years So when I'm cryin' on a track, boy, these hunger tears They sayin' Biggie is back but now he backpackin' And if your soul is dead I get it back crackin' After laughter, comes tears After laughter, comes tears [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] Uh n***as k** and tat a tear on his face And then appear at the wake And hug his enemy's mama and didn't break, damn I need the rake, the money and tractor Snakes and the b**hes with the fat a** tits and small waists Baby girl just wanna be a Kardashian, I ain't mad at them Lames getting lost in that p**y just like a labyrinth Girl, that sh** hot, she probably burn down the Vatican Lord Benton in that Benz wagon, looking ravishing, n***a Cartier frames cover his pain Bodies on that pistol, serial got scuffed from the paint Another black d**h, heard he caught a slug to his brain After his d**h, his brother wasn't the same Ain't no love in this game Cried so much he dried his tear ducts up Now he want revenge, lurkin' with the AR tucked It's on sight, like Blaow, bout to spray y'all up Ay why the devil always prey on us? It's more tears, n***a After laughter, comes tears After laughter, comes tears (After laughter comes tears) I'll try to hold back my, my, my tears But they keep saying (After laughter comes tears) After your laughter oh, oh, oh I'll try to hide, hide my sorrow I wonder, can I hold them till tomorrow