Mystic

Mystic - Girlfriend Sistagirl lyrics

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[Verse 1]

You was just a young girl when you got turned out

Sneakin out the window of ya mother's house, no doubt

Just to mash off in a drop-top Impalla

Under shinin stars wit the nigga who clockin dollar's

You was thinkin you was really gon run game

Wait two weeks to give it up and feel no pain

Babygirl, you picked the wrong balla

He was raised by mack's and pimps, model let him follow

Niggas break bitches in the streets of the "O"

You was thinkin you was different cause he told you so

Just knowin you in love, would'nt listen to a thing

It's followed by the danger's that this thug life brings

He gave you clothes and rings, moved you out the crib

Put his dough up in yo closet, taught you how to live

But when 5-0 raided, he wasn't no where around

Now you doin hard time, rockin a felony crown



[Chorus]

Girlfriend sistagirl, you a precious queen

In a twisted world

Lookin for love, in all the wrong places

Givin up things that can't be replaced

Girlfriend sistagirl, you are the mother of the world

He'll break you down, he'll make you cry

You were born to sing, and you were made to fly



[Verse 2]

Manifested on this earth as a heavenly angel

Found the blocks you own, make life dark and tangled

Small sacrifices, repented in church

Halfway down the block, rollin up ya skirt

Hide some of these factor's off by glass and baggy's

As the one you always wanted, roll by and floss caddy's

You never gave a damn bout rules and regulations

Hard livin mixed wit swoll eyes, and??????

So a way out, that's all you ever wanted

So while the whole hood judged, you fucked and flaunted

It hurt you every time,  made you scream

And silence of ghetto blocks, fled yo dreams

Still, I know you prayed every night

Whisperin to god for a new life

But the light was too bright, in a far off distance

Fingerpainted with ya tears and destroyed false listens



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Aye you ma?You from a regular home

Live at least ten blocks from a drug zone

Got green grass, and shady tree's

No need to ask why, smile and say please

Got ya daddy's car, and ya mother's indictions

Rather give up ass to thugs and argue in the kitchen

Break out, in a mad bash for freedom

Hang yo world up and try to keep breathin

You see them on the outside, quote in the interior

So when the guns blast you can see clearer

In the mirror, it's dream past shatter

You makin love to the streets like ya life don't matter

Still you cry, challenge suicide

Let ya hair fly on the 6-95

Ready to crash, for the love of the game

Believe it on the next life, it's all the same



[Chorus]
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Language: English

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