Sango - LeSabre Family lyrics

[VERSE 1] {PART 1} Pull up in a charger I ain't gon charge her Probably low on energy She wait for me to charge her Dodge her, like i'm from LA Her's a barter Gimme yo soul I'll give you something larger I'm farther away from the place of my father Sellin' that dope probably get yo a** caught Ballin' wit Lymarie probably made my a** a starter Thinkin' off old lovers old rubbers never saw us Saw us, moving to the land of the harvest Out in Belize plant seeds in the gardens Now i'm off stuntin' wit my n***as in the parlor All In my n***a, no it ain't no time for stallin' Bunch of saved writtens put a n***a in nostalgia But i'm off that, gotta come with something harder Broke it off cause I only took you as a borrow Tomorrow, never leave nothing to say It was mutual respect, so it's nothing to shade I ain't got no dirt on you so it's nothing to spray {PART 2} My girl always wonder why all my words delay Got a heavier thought process in the words of today I love her She my cover, light skin stunna Ukraine physique But her a** gotta bumper Emotional drained by a n***a that don sunk her I wanna k** that n***a, cut his neck in the thunder I wonder How you gon do that to boo? Cut her off for other b**hes when she only want you So easy to tell a lie when they give you the true How the f** you gon feel if she did it to you?! You n***as is fluke Smoke'd her up just to get a feel Now i'm feeling that, literally i'm filling that Teach her things, and she know a n***a real for that Trill for that, get a gold grill for cheese When the bread start coming i'ma buy her everything, like Rings or the beam, we gon fly in scene nice Real fly sh**, get high when the stars bright Balcony love, let her own have zone life Songs write All by them self in this prone'd life By the time she have my baby All the poems gon form right We f** say f** them other n***as They ain't singing the song right Talkin' bout they hungry But they feedin' the wrong hype {PART 3} Long night Gotta get away from my own strife I'm thinkin' bout my motha She ain't hearing these songs right It's often misconnection, the direct I propose She opposed, but support'll take me down the long road You my baby girl, and this message written in it's prose Sometimes a yes man, gotta learn to say no I always feel the pressured, but i'm pressed to be sure'd That every song I write won't rested to be stored I wanna share the wave & the rest of the seashore No more up & downs, hopin' off of the seesaw She saw, that a n***a got it, man he hawd It was never bout the money cause that's more than What we are {PART 4} We are NFO rep it till the d**h We ain't never worried bout another n***a coming next We forever, you can't beat forever We separate the standards by the creatin' the cleaver Endeavors, even when we under the weather To all my n***as listening, my n***a we better We gon break bread, separating this chedda Add it all, this apart of the set up I gotta write more, cause a n***a is fed up All my homies gon say, "Young nova he fed us" Beretta's Shots n***a