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letra de where were you at - shaquees

verse 1 shaquees: you wasn’t there for me when i needed you the most where were you at when i was flipping them i f-cked up the pot with the folk (i f-cked up the pot with the folk) i was in the kitchen trying to make things right i had to get it on my own ain’t n-body wouldn’t help me out so i started making songs so i started making sooonggs. remember i was in the trap flipping the packs and yo b-tch -ss snitch on me and that’s sad to know yo own homies will switch up on you they gave my n-gg- 7seven 25 and my tre and my n-gg- tre tooooo. they was some real n-gg-s they showed me how to flip a pack and sell brinks remember i came up off hitting licks and sell them brinks i’m not gonna lie when i was in the cop car i’m crying like momma please help me i was down and broke it was a bad feelin had to stack it to a milli just to feed my lil chillien (aye, aye)

hook 8: where were you at

verse 2 esavv: down bad got hit for a o caught me with a low blow i was locked in the cold collect call ain’t go though ain’t n-body even home i was feeling all alone my down b-tch did me wrong what the f-ck is going on sh-t turn me to a savage imma let a b-tch have it momma all in my business i got dope in the mattress d-mn she found out where i stash it baby momma sh-t worse swear she wants me in a herse write my name on the dirt i still did what i could i’m still doing what i should they miss treat me while i’m here but they gone miss me while i’m gone (they gone miss me while i’m gonnnneee) h-lla feelings got strong been smoking all night long liquor got a n-gg- faded keep me clutchin on my chrome like who the f-ck is at the door prescription pills got me tripping family say i ain’t listen closes n-gg-s wanna diss me put my mind on a mission i put one though his fitted. (claaa claaaa). why n-gg- make me wanna get s h-t like that p-ssy boy you a b-tch ain’t built like that talk my sh-t cause i’m lit and stiff like that alotta n-gg-s ain’t really got strength like that running up though them trenches all though the town that young n-gg- snitching he can’t be around remember days i was broke i ain’t even have style no voice in the street i ain’t even have sound jump right off the porch a n-gg- got down got tired of these n-gg-s talking reckless see got tired of them b-tches tried to flex on me i’m devil to these n-gg-s like a hex on me imma pull a plug for i let a n-gg- do it first i live life everyday like n-gg- in the purge but they still telling me it could be worse

hook 16: where were you at

- shaquees

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