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Be More Careful Song Lyrics – Akon Albums Lyrics

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The more i look at her the more i look it here
The streets are kinda crazy like damn
I gots to be more careful it’s ugly out here mane

These niggas out here talkin’ these bitches ain’t no good
I’m strapped up and i’m on one and wishin’ it go wood
I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang still up in my hood
I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause niggas ain’t no good

I’ve got to be, got to be got to be more careful
I’ve got to be, got to be go-got to be more careful
I’ve got to be, got to be got to be more careful
I’ve got to be, got to be go-got to be more careful

Like scarface, who can i trust?
Bonfire, this only us i’m outchea
I gotta have it paper chasin’
I gotta grab it money talks
I don’t talk about it take the loss
Be a boss about it catch me slippin’
I really doubt it i don’t leave
My house without it my masterpiece
Bad about it jealous nigga
That’s old shit laugh about
Cop more whips and hustle hard
Get more chips i got to be more careful
These niggas out here feds i got to be more careful
Go read what he said it changed out here and
All my silent niggas are gone somehow, somewhere
All the shit that went wrong i never thought
That it’d get to this all these niggas
All snitchin’ in if it’s too hot
To handle it then stay on out and i’m catchin’ in

These niggas out here talkin’ these bitches ain’t no good
I’m strapped up and i’m on one and wishin’ it go wood
I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang sStill up in my hood
I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause niggas ain’t no good

I’ve got to be, got to be got to be more careful
I’ve got to be, got to be go-got to be more careful
I’ve got to be, got to be got to be more careful
I’ve got to be, got to be go-got to be more careful

They slip outchea, deba got to be more careful
Never leave the crib never leave my home
Without my street instrument my baritone
Blat! This what i put aside polite on the sucker
Leave his face in his lap i get it play the game of death
They don’t play fair gotta pack up 30 dig
And always stay prepared i got some girl scout cookies
And some jackie a badass bitch with a short hair
Tatiana ali but blowin’ all up in my ruprecon truck
Should i say g?
Talk is cheap skatin’ through the streets
Your tremendous ass be my money kinda tall but
I don’t play ball actin’ all the pictures
Nick the paint off the wall watchu need?
Problem you havin’ mane?
I’m like the concierge i can get you anything
My heart that pump get my heart pumped, propane
I’ve always been a factor i ain’t never gonna lame
Got a couple crash dummies that will wrap you like a mummy
Push you in the graveyard there it’s dark, got sunny
Do it for a friend but i ain’t gotta give him money
Slap you with the kid and they’ll do anything for me

These niggas out here talkin’ these bitches ain’t no good
I’m strapped up and i’m on one and wishin’ it go wood
I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang still up in my hood
I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause niggas ain’t no good

I’ve got to be, got to be got to be more careful
I’ve got to be, got to be go-got to be more careful
I’ve got to be, got to be got to be more careful
I’ve got to be, got to be go-got to be more careful

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