Wonder Why
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Lyrics
I wonder why the sun dont shine everyday (yeah) (yeah) I wonder wh, I wonder why I wonder why some of these niggas be fake, yeah All u gotta do is have faith yeah, glad my niggas ain neva lost faith yeah I paid my dues Nigga dont play youll lose U prolly couldnt walk a mile in em Nigga do u know how much i paid for these shoes yeah I was raised in the zoo A nigga neva played by the rules Some niggas tried to play me back in high school yeah I fucked around an made the news I neva been a sucka she sucked me so good that i think i love her These niggas injured they gone have to recover U can come over but u can not sleep over Please bring a friend i do not eat leftovers We got that clean that she stepped over Fuck yo opinion i knew i would get it I promised that hip hop is not over See, I do not live in no mansion, but I'm bout my green like I'm Stanley See I am so up that Ima need a Xanny You gotta be hood just to understand me My trunk in the hood if you understand me These niggas anit good if you understand me I came from the bottom, I coulda got shot up, I still can't believe that I'm still standing yeah Look like a polar bear hugging me Girl get on top and make love to me Love me forever don't ever get tired of me Why the fuck would you lie to me? If I told you I got you, I got you Believe me don't let your faith die on me girl (HOOK) Yeah, I wonder why the sun don't shine every day, (Yeah, yeah) I said I wonder why, I said I wonder why (Yeah, yeah) I wonder why some of these niggas be fake, yeah All you gotta do is have faith, glad my niggas anit never lost faith (Yeah, yeah) None of my niggas anit never lost faith I wonder why (Lucci I got ya) Another nigga bitch on the drank Dimonds dripping off me like a sank Fuck what another nigga thank Look, I'm bout to take um to school Teach um to break all the rules Tired of these pussy little fools, Them niggas anit cool, them niggas is food, they food I-I do not mean to be rude, fuck with me Lucci See a fuck nigga, shoot a fuck nigga, tell me who's shooting Come from a side in the hood, where the gansters and killers be coolin I'm with YFN and all of them niggas be shooting Don't get ya shit runied Might take a trip to the ruines My bitch is bad and you knew it My car is sad and it's and boolin' Look what the money done blew in Niggas that thank they foolin' us, there will be funerals for all of that snitchin' lil homie I really be dealin' with bangers, bannanas, the 60's, the Piru's, and Cripts lil homie How could you trip lil homie I am the shit lil homie (Amen) Me and Lucci might get you wacked for a job, welcome to the mob End [email protected]
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:00
- Key
- 3
- Tempo
- 115 BPM