Network
And give you my whole life
I left my girl, I’m in my yorker
Hate to leave her, call it torture
Remember when I couldn’t hold her
Left the baggage for a mover
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
I get my wees from California (That’s that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
I get the feeling, so I’m sure (Sure)
