Xanman - Valentines Day lyrics
[Xanman - Valentines Day lyrics]
Why is it so hard to let go of yesterday?
Got a Glock in my drawls
Have you seen his face?
Remember me and my dog
We had them pending cases had to switch up
Our side moves because I been
I was thinking the Makarov on my mind
I don’t remember faces
I had to move out my hood
I tried to be successful
Never thought I’d be this level
Going back to the trenches
I know a lot of people would
Want to be my position
I thank Kaydoo ‘till this day ‘cause
They ain’t find a pistol
Messed with my mind a little
I don’t really have no time for sitting
I’m making money now nigga
Big nigga better mind your business
Trap got a hundred rounds
Street nigga, Had to grind to get it
No cosign, can’t run around
Feds ask me my name Bennet
Kaydoo online in these streets
These niggas tryna find a kitten
You snitch on mines, feeling weak
I’m tryna find a witness
I got a Popeyes in the street
My niggas cooking chicken
Nigga know I walk with a limp
Like my foot is missing
I count the Lord, I’m not praying now
I’m good in business
Remember me and my dog
We had them pending cases
Had to switch up our side
Moves because I been
I was thinking the Makarov on my mind
I don’t remember faces
I had to move out my hood
I tried to be successful
Never thought I’d be this level
Going back to the trenches
I know a lot of people would
Want to be my position
I thank Kaydoo ‘till this day ‘cause
They ain’t find a pistol
Messed with my mind a little
Got a Glock in my drawls
Have you seen his face?
Remember me and my dog
We had them pending cases had to switch up
Our side moves because I been
I was thinking the Makarov on my mind
I don’t remember faces
I had to move out my hood
I tried to be successful
Never thought I’d be this level
Going back to the trenches
I know a lot of people would
Want to be my position
I thank Kaydoo ‘till this day ‘cause
They ain’t find a pistol
Messed with my mind a little
I don’t really have no time for sitting
I’m making money now nigga
Big nigga better mind your business
Trap got a hundred rounds
Street nigga, Had to grind to get it
No cosign, can’t run around
Feds ask me my name Bennet
Kaydoo online in these streets
These niggas tryna find a kitten
You snitch on mines, feeling weak
I’m tryna find a witness
I got a Popeyes in the street
My niggas cooking chicken
Nigga know I walk with a limp
Like my foot is missing
I count the Lord, I’m not praying now
I’m good in business
Remember me and my dog
We had them pending cases
Had to switch up our side
Moves because I been
I was thinking the Makarov on my mind
I don’t remember faces
I had to move out my hood
I tried to be successful
Never thought I’d be this level
Going back to the trenches
I know a lot of people would
Want to be my position
I thank Kaydoo ‘till this day ‘cause
They ain’t find a pistol
Messed with my mind a little