Miss You E

I miss you. you like I miss the dead Homies. 'Cause when I brought you out to Texas, That was real money. Put the telly in the name, she don't ever Act funny. She always kept the thang on her If it got funky. And now the bitch gone, she don't wanna be A hoe. Square nigga wifed her up, You know how that shit go. Gotta play the blade, pimp a fuckin' renegade. Cali plates got 'em choosin' when I'm in another State. Stay away from fakes and lame niggas who Be fake. Couple hoes, twenty toes like you know I never play. Too caught up in my ways So you know I never quit. Posted on Fig with the gangstas and the pimps. P Worthy, Conway, nigga you know what it is. Domo in this bitch, LC we gettin' rich. Thinkin' 'bout them days when I ain't even have A cent. Rest in peace to real ones, Pup, Rue, and 4 Bent. Nigga know I do it, gotta do it for The West. I'm glad got into gang. Because paid off. It made me famous. The police made me famous, you know? They arrested me. Ayo, I put that on the squad while I'm Behind this wall. You keep that money on the phone except it Ain't call. Eighteen months in the county, Baby, that shit ain't long. Don't give them fuck niggas none of my pussy While I'm gone. I miss the way that pussy Feel, I miss the taste of it. Ass fat like them bitches that's in the street Stuntin'. I ain't trippin', all I got is another Eight months and I'm walkin' up out of this Bitch and then we straight fuckin'. Beat it on the stairs like I'm tryna break Somethin'. Legs pinned up in the air, You can't escape from me. I ain't fuckin' with them bitches this time, I Ain't frontin'. I know I said that shit before But now that ain't nothin'. You believe me, right? Right? Shit, you believe me, right? How you don't believe In me, bitch? You believe in Jesus, Right? You heard what I said