Tsu Surf - House In Virginia lyrics

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Tsu Surf - House In Virginia lyrics

See, Karen been with Joe since she was younger though Down to ride, he wasn't that n***a, but she loved him though Didn't have the nicest whips and couldn't cop a bungalow Had faith in him, knew that one day he would bubble though See, Joe was determined to make a flip Late back and early trapping, risked his freedom on the strip He had bills, wanted some new wheels and some other sh** In a world for his girl, I think he did it for his b**h But Karen was tired, she had needs. Where her heels? Where her bag? Wanted Guiseppe, wanted weave Five years of coming, can't tell him you gon' leave Barely wanted to tell that man about his seed Abortion, will play it strong Termination and don't tell him just kinda felt wrong But was she really able? Part-time couldn't cut it, and Joe wasn't stable And the grams on the table barely took care of the cable This ain't supposed to be the perfect fable Joe was going through a drought, like every time he pressed the gas a speed bump took him out Ain't wanna ball from his man sh**, the blocked f**ed up, it's like 44 grand Hated to see his boo stress Tried stack a few pennies till he meet a new connect Karen and Mekka shopping, besties since 6th grade Road-dogs in high school, never ever split ways They only had one rule: you never let your b**h fade Mekka kept the mace close, Karen had the switchblade "What's going on through your mind, you look sick" "Joe did it…" "I don't know why you put up with this sh** I'ma only keep it real, girl, listen to your b**h It's a Paid in Full world, and you deserve a Mitch Tall Kwah got these heels, I ain't asked Just gave him a lil head, imagine I give him a**" Mekka was about hers, couple n***as smashed that But you know how the story goes She yelling "Where the cash at?!" They went to leave, well, Karen wanted to leave She was just about to say it then got pulled by her sleeve "How you doing? My name Kway Sorry for pulling' on you, I seen you the other day On Bergen by the Halal, and you was wearing grey But I won't let you get away today" He won't let her get away today… Let her get away today... "So let me get your number?" "Nah, give me yours" She wasn't a dummy nor no silly who*e Never cheated, but you never say never What Joe don't know won't hurt him, it was time to do better See, Karen knew exactly who he was Kway from cross town, be getting money, he blood Got an all black Range, act a dummy in the club Be f**ing with the dope and got his hands on the bud She seen him the other day too But real b**hes always play it cute "Make sure you use my number, Karen" "Aight, cool, I got you later, boo" Now, Kway headed to the trap to the cash Ain't really worried about nothing, take a pull and he ash Dope-getter from way back, he got it from his Dad But f** that, he thinking 'bout light skin with the a** Had the hood since big homie got locked Was stacking double since his wifey got knocked Phone ring "Who this?" "What's up, Kway? It's Pop Got your number last week, I be trappin' by the shop" "Oh what up, Pop? "Your older sister tells me cool things Heard you a trap star, and got a cool team Tell your whole squad it's new management, a new team I'ma bring a chicken through, some biscuits and a few wings But rule 1: don't play with me, and rule 2: don't owe me" Pop felt like he hit the jackpot, was thinking about stacks sh** he couldn't wait to tell a homie And weeks later, Joe and Karen in the bed She was laying on his chest, his hand going through her hair "You good, bae?" She smiled Joe knew better though, think he was in denial "You know when I get right, we gon' get right?" But Karen closed her eyes, bit her lip tight What happen when the getting right ain't getting right? And she barely happy with the dick at night His phone rung, it was Pop Pop was Joe right-hand from the block "Ey, what up though?" "n***a, we good" "What you talking 'bout, n***a?" "Just meet me in the hood Matter of fact, throw something on, I'm coming down the hill Just met a new connect and sh** bout to get real Would have told you last week but I wanted to seal a deal Just get ready, cuz, I'll be there in a lil" Karen phone vibrated when Joe's did Luckily he got up, close sh** It was Kway, they been texting for weeks Even paid her phone bill and Benihanas to eat Lebrons size 6, surprising her with sneaks Hit the city for some drinks, she ain't even let him beat "What you doing? So you free?" ("Yup") "Well, throw something on, I'ma pick you out" Joe came in the room, "I'm 'bout to slide" Karen was getting dressed, had to make up a lie And the lying where it all start "Bae, I'm 'bout to run with Mekka out to Wallmart" The horn beep, Joe hit the street Tired of being puzzled, Pop had the missing piece Driving through the hood talking bands Joe could only see millions while Pop told him about the plan "And you know we need a new connect? The n***a Kway from cross town, he got it on deck Threw a brick up on his lap, deada** cheque Throwing them like Hot Cakes, we gon' make the sh** stretch" "More where that came from, let's get it in That n***a want like 4 off of every 10" "That n***a want like 4 off of every 10?" "Man, that n***a want like 4 off of every 10" Beemer pull up, that's Kway sh** From Karen room it look like a spaceship She wanna smell good, *pssht pssht* spray sh** Black legging pants, Charles Barkley, the gray sh** Small jacket, messy bun and her phone Take a selfie for Instagram and she gone *click* – see that probably when it happen A picture worth a thousand words, add your own caption He push her against the wall, he aggressive Ripping on her V-neck, popped the new necklace f** it, he bought it, one of them should hand-sweat it She tugging on his Gucci belt, he unbu*ton her 7s That car ride happen fast, right? See they been texting bout f**ing since last night She was screaming "Kway!" while he hit it from the back Light skin, sh** fat, he rather not wear a strap Whose p**y? (Yours!) Karen on all fours Joe calling her phone while she call the Lord (Hello?) And flip her over on the other side "Do what you want, Kway, just don't cum inside!" Damn, it's f**ed up, ain't it? Even the gra** on the other side tainted A real picture, I just paint it. I can't tell you where to hang it Five months later felt like a long time sh** was straight for Joe, a long grind Early morning hunnit packs, all winter long johns 40k saved, 20 spent; that's what I call "grind" Karen red bottom game tight Heels every other week for the wife, and it was light Two to ten max, no keys, all white Pushing heavy weight, connect had n***as right Everything bu*ter like Parkay They even moved a few Xs up in Parkway And Joe still be in the street But when you getting chips you can't piss where you sleep Now let me tell you bout his joy Karen broke the news to him that she was having a boy Wanted to name him Kobe Or after his dad, yeah, after his Dad, his Dad Troy Now Pop and Joe was in the trap Watching the lil homies finish up the pack All morning, coolin', smoke a blunt, and just wrap How they started from the bottom Made something out of scratch Car pull up ("Who this?"), tinted, some gray sh** Joe reach for the strap, Pop stop him "Yo, that's Kway sh**" Kway hopped out, looking like he winning Two chains, Rolex, Diddy bop, grinning He was making his rounds About to pick up 15 and drop off another pound Smooth like a breeze So as fast as you seen him be a fast as he leave And Joe was always strapped; Home Depot Look at Pop, "I forgot to ask, where you meet bro?" "Kway? Well you know my sister December? She was f**ing with him since as long as I remember" Then the feds hit the hood, ironic, oh, to December Did some super mean biz, some high max in Virginia Remember I told you December getting paid? Ten bands a month, Mall trips for days I swear that n***a Kway Paid her off a 100 stacks and gave my sister AIDS" "Word? That's crazy, bro"