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paper boy trell - right or wrong كلمات الأغنية

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yeah
pb trell in this b-tch
yeah

ima ride right or wrong
i just put it in my songs
yeah i put it in my songs

aye

[hook]
by yarely and my son ima ride right or wrong
smoking fruit to ease the pain i been hurting to long
couldn’t vent through conversations ,so i made it a song
i was stressing day and night, but y’all ain’t hit up my phone

by yarely and my son ima ride right or wrong
smoking fruit to ease the pain i been hurting to long
couldn’t vent through conversations ,so i made it a song
i was stressing day and night, but y’all ain’t hit up my phone

[verse 1]
put my problems in the mic cuz i just feel like it was meant to be
when i’m countin hunnids please don’t act like you some kin to me
used to be my friend, but you turned into my enemy
smoking is a habit cuz i made that sh-t a tendency

my dad said he want a blood test, but it’s too late for that
i don’t need a daddy slime dolo getting to the racks
living in the jungle, but i made it out that habitat
leon turned snitch and went to telling, he a f-ckin rat

everyday i wake up trynna get my bread right
kevin in them gates sippin henny playing satellites
i ain’t trynna die ,so i can settle for the street life
scheming on a lick, it’s me and bill, about to take flight

can i keep it real this time?
can i keep it real this time?
yeah yeah yeah
can i keep it real this time?

[hook]
by yarely and my son ima ride right or wrong
smoking fruit to ease the pain i been hurting to long
couldn’t vent through conversations ,so i made it a song
i was stressing day and night, but y’all ain’t hit up my phone

by yarely and my son ima ride right or wrong
smoking fruit to ease the pain i been hurting to long
couldn’t vent through conversations ,so i made it a song
i was stressing day and night, but y’all ain’t hit up my phone

[verse 2]
when my dad said that, he text back and he apologized
but it hurt me deeply, i was looking in my fathers eyes
money is important, but my son is my only prize
sorry for the way i gotta take, my vision purified
having talks with god, said i’m sorry for the way i live
i’ll give my all to my son and he know i will
we just got the word on a lick, and it’s getting real
if it goes successful i won’t worry bout a record deal

i been on the grind
check life is the way i live
when i moved to chipley from p cola then i seen it’s real
all these n-gg-s talking, but don’t know about the way i feel
i’m just being patient for a minute cuz it’s god’s will yeah

keep it real this time
gotta keep it real this time
yeah yeah yeah
gotta keep it real this time
yeah
yeah
yeah

gotta keep it real this time
gotta keep it real this time
yeah yeah yeah
gotta keep it real this time
gotta keep it real this time
yeah yeah yeah

- paper boy trell

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