Shordie Shordie - Paid Lawyer lyrics
Shordie Shordie [RaQuan Hudson] Baltimore, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Shordie Shordie - Paid Lawyer lyrics]
Been gone, I miss you deeply (Yung Lan on the track)
Poppin' percs to myself, got a hunnid million house
I pop out, you leavin' me
Now she don't leave no more, ayy, sayin' shit no more
Ooh, I wonder, I wonder if I go up under, I [_] no more
Like, lay a nigga down, face soil, nigga, face down
Create a little space now
She don't got time, but I made it dealt with
So she really wanna throw it in my face now
Wanna say I did wrong, shame on me
So I put it in a song, shame on me
Wanna say it's my fault, never say it's my fault
Let me ask why you why you put all the blame on me
Baby girl, I'm sorry
For the times you text my phone or the times you called it
Like go 'head and throw it back, baby girl you stallin'
So how 'bout I do you wrong again
I could've made this one a win, I just know you could've been
Better or worse, she like never or worse
Feel 'em tickin' a bucket, she better for good
That died 'cause that nigga didn't take his shit up with God
You'd be better with both
I like a pistol that shoot like a missile
A three-fifty-seven, all I need is love
So when I come over that pussy get wetter
I whip this bitch out, I act like a lover
The dick, tryna show you a trick
And the she gon' trick, I give you a treat, wait
My blood homies always like changin' them words, puttin' B on the top of a B
Trap's fucked up, don't fuck with people
That baby girl want me to go chill, 'cause she like the [_]
Hard to tell her [_] tryna fuck me out the picture
Baby girl, I'm sorry
For the times you text my phone or the times you called it
Like go 'head and throw it back, baby girl you stallin'
So how 'bout I do you wrong again
I could've made this one a win, I just know you could've been
Oh, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah
Baby girl, I'm sorry
For the times you text my phone or the times you called it
Like go 'head and throw it back, baby girl you stallin'
So how 'bout I do you wrong again
I could've made this one a win, I just know you could've been
Uh, oh, I just know you could've been
Poppin' percs to myself, got a hunnid million house
I pop out, you leavin' me
Now she don't leave no more, ayy, sayin' shit no more
Ooh, I wonder, I wonder if I go up under, I [_] no more
Like, lay a nigga down, face soil, nigga, face down
Create a little space now
She don't got time, but I made it dealt with
So she really wanna throw it in my face now
Wanna say I did wrong, shame on me
So I put it in a song, shame on me
Wanna say it's my fault, never say it's my fault
Let me ask why you why you put all the blame on me
Baby girl, I'm sorry
For the times you text my phone or the times you called it
Like go 'head and throw it back, baby girl you stallin'
So how 'bout I do you wrong again
I could've made this one a win, I just know you could've been
Better or worse, she like never or worse
Feel 'em tickin' a bucket, she better for good
That died 'cause that nigga didn't take his shit up with God
You'd be better with both
I like a pistol that shoot like a missile
A three-fifty-seven, all I need is love
So when I come over that pussy get wetter
I whip this bitch out, I act like a lover
The dick, tryna show you a trick
And the she gon' trick, I give you a treat, wait
My blood homies always like changin' them words, puttin' B on the top of a B
Trap's fucked up, don't fuck with people
That baby girl want me to go chill, 'cause she like the [_]
Hard to tell her [_] tryna fuck me out the picture
Baby girl, I'm sorry
For the times you text my phone or the times you called it
Like go 'head and throw it back, baby girl you stallin'
So how 'bout I do you wrong again
I could've made this one a win, I just know you could've been
Oh, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah
Baby girl, I'm sorry
For the times you text my phone or the times you called it
Like go 'head and throw it back, baby girl you stallin'
So how 'bout I do you wrong again
I could've made this one a win, I just know you could've been
Uh, oh, I just know you could've been