T-Shyne - Stay There Lyrics
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    Stay There

    [Intro: Future]
    (Wheezy out here)
    (Taurus)

    [Chorus: T-Shyne & JID]
    All full pockets, on swole (Swole)
    Fuck a nigga, I'm in my mode (Facts)
    Snitch niggas getting exposed (Snitch niggas)
    I just spent a fifty on clothes (Sheesh)
    Lets get paid (Paid), fuck it
    Lets get paid (Get racks, get racks)
    I'm not in the red light districts
    But I got a bad bitch on displayed (You dig?)
    And I got racks on me, might take a jet to Saint Tropez (Saint Tropez)
    And I might stay there, uh (Stay there)
    Yeah, I might stay there, uh (Stay there)
    And I might stay there, yeah (Flex)
    Yeah, I might stay there, uh (Yeah)
    Fuck it, I'm staying (I'm staying)
    I feel likе raging (Uh, yeah, uh), yeah

    [Verse 1: JID]
    Everybody in thе world knows one of my bros
    They in the jail or in the NFL, cons and pros
    I get the mail if you got to stay there
    I send a mail and a bunch of prayers
    Shawty said he having nightmares, nigga, stay there
    In between death and life, yeah nigga, stay there
    Enemy of the state, couple years in the daycare
    Saying the lord's prayer, maybe as-salamu alaykum
    I salute the real niggas, I can shoot a fake one
    I was in the field with you, have investigations
    I was down to kill with you 'bout your reputation
    Let a little bitty Beretta scream liberation
    Anybody bet they can get it is an invitation
    Ain't races, I been to every state, no statement, like a states men
    Good at any place or space, I'm your replacement
    Niggas staying on vacation, I'm in the basement
    Ten toes, me and my bros scraping the pavement
    Road less traveled when you stay away from the snake shit
    Hoes get badder when they know that you gettin' payments
    Only thing matter is money, we in the matrix
    Ten piece platter up in Magic, we at the dayshift
    Brother came back from sabbatical, gain weight shit
    Struggles steppin' back in the street or goin' straight shit
    It's a pair of nines on this waist, ain't paraphrasing

    [Chorus: T-Shyne]
    All full pockets, on swole (Swole)
    Fuck a nigga, I'm in my mode (Facts)
    Snitch niggas getting exposed (Snitch niggas)
    I just spent a fifty on clothes (Sheesh)
    Lets get paid (Paid), fuck it
    Lets get paid (Get racks, get racks)
    I'm not in the red light districts
    But I got a bad bitch on displayed (You dig?)
    And I got racks on me, might take a jet to Saint Tropez (Saint Tropez)
    And I might stay there, uh (Stay there)
    Yeah, I might stay there, uh (Stay there)
    And I might stay there, yeah (Flex)
    Yeah, I might stay there, uh (Yeah)
    Fuck it, I'm staying (I'm staying)
    I feel like raging, yeah

    [Verse 2: T-Shyne]
    I been on the block with the dogs, you can't play here (Yeah)
    Pull up on an OP, get to spraying, he can't stay there (Woah)
    All I do is smoke on Biscotti, I'm feelin' faded
    Can't believe these niggas is mad that I done made it
    Pull up on a jeweler, get a brand new chain (Brand new)
    Broke niggas talkin' 'bout man you change (You change)
    Lookin' for the sun, tryna make it out the rain (Make it out the rain)
    I was by myself, I was dealin' with the pain (Yeah)
    Slatt business, that's what I'm reppin', you know we steppin' (Slatt)
    Get inside the club with the weapon, they don't be stressin' (Yeah)
    I can teach you niggas a lesson about investment (Yeah)
    Everyday a blessin', I'm wrapped in a sad obsession (Woah)
    I remember being broke with no hope (Right)
    Now I got the whole rap game inside a scope (Damn)
    And I'm in all white, feelin' like the pope (Pope)
    Blues in my pocket, but I'm not aloof (Nah)
    And I got a [?] with me, she evoke (Voke)
    Everyday I wake up to my neck feelin' froze (Sheesh)
    Niggas gettin' mad, I get twenty for a show (Twenty)
    I don't give a damn about no nigga ho
    I got [?] with me, I feel like Deuce Bigalow (Ha)
    Male Gigolo, I got work for the low (Work)
    Pull up to the club, I'm with all of my bros (Bro)
    We got it on us, but we don't get searched at the door (Nah)

    [Chorus: T-Shyne]
    All full pockets, on swole (Swole)
    Fuck a nigga, I'm in my mode (Facts)
    Snitch niggas getting exposed (Snitch niggas)
    I just spent a fifty on clothes (Sheesh)
    Lets get paid (Paid), fuck it
    Lets get paid (Get racks, get racks)
    I'm not in the red light districts
    But I got a bad bitch on displayed (You dig?)
    And I got racks on me, might take a jet to Saint Tropez (Saint Tropez)
    And I might stay there, uh (Stay there)
    Yeah, I might stay there, uh (Stay there)
    And I might stay there, yeah (Flex)
    Yeah, I might stay there, uh (Yeah)
    Fuck it, I'm staying (I'm staying)
    I feel like raging

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