Sha Gz – Gifted Lyrics

Gifted Lyrics – Sha Gz

I know true love ain’t easy, ain’t easy (Grrah)
And girl, I know it’s you ’cause you complete me (It’s that Sha Gz nigga, like, niggas know what’s goin’ on)
And I just don’t want you leavin’ (Ayo Quis, fill me up, like)
Even though I give you reasons (5ive Music) (Grrah-grrah)
‘Cause baby sometimes

They like, “Sha, keep on rappin’, you gifted”
And my fans always tell me I’m different
If brodie don’t got it, then I’m movin’-
‘Cause them niggas ain’t catchin’ me slippin’
Like, i’m really rappin’ the shit that I’m livin’
Catch that boy, send him up to the ceilin’
Tell mama, don’t worry, I got it, no [?]
I be poppin’ these percs for a healing
I can’t wait ’til I’m finally rich
Put the ice on her neck or her wrist
Keep the gun in her purse
If it’s lit ’cause my baby gon’ shoot, she legit
Fuck a deuce, i’ma slide wit’ a stick
In the stu’ grinding hard everyday making hits

I can’t wait ’til it’s everything better
She my bitch, is you riding forever?
Like, I was locked up, she was sendin’ me letters
Swear I be that-, like
Swear I be that boy in that stretcher
He got shot, better get it together
(Spin through the opps, like, 30 and better)
Goofy ass nigga got shot in his-
On my block (Grrah) It get risky
I’m on 50, is you gon’ be there when they come and get me?
If you riding, no, you comin’ wit’ me
You don’t gotta lie to me, keep it One-Fifty
I’m like Bobby, you like Wicked
I’m like Tommy, you like Chrissy
Got a baddie, her name is Jimmy, like
And just listen, I could love you but love from a distance
You could tell me that I’m movin’ different
I back out my bag, me and my niggas winnin’
(And just listen, I could love you but love from a distance
You could tell me that I’m movin’ different
I back out my bag, me and my niggas winnin’)

They like, “Sha, keep on rappin’, you gifted”
And my fans always tell me I’m different
If brodie don’t got it, then I’m movin’-
‘Cause them niggas ain’t catchin’ me slippin’
Like, i’m really rappin’ the shit that I’m livin’
Catch that boy, send him up to the ceilin’
Tell mama, don’t worry, I got it, no [?]
I be poppin’ these percs for a healing
I can’t wait ’til I’m finally rich
Put the ice on her neck or her wrist
Keep the gun in her purse
If it’s lit ’cause my baby gon’ shoot, she legit
Fuck a deuce, i’ma slide wit’ a stick
In the stu’ grinding hard everyday making hits
She like, “Baby, you bargain’ outside, [?] wanna take flicks”

(They like, “Sha, keep on rappin’, you gifted”
Brodie don’t got it, then I’m movin’-
‘Cause them niggas ain’t catchin’ me slippin’
Like, i’m really rappin’ the shit that I’m livin’
Tell mama, don’t worry, I got it, no [?]
I be poppin’ these percs for a healing)

But when it hurts, I can make it better
Girl if it works, it’s gone be forever
We-

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