Author - whitney wood

[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author] Falling for these tings is a no no (no way) They will get you set up on a low low People wonder why I'm movin' so cold I know a ting that's movin' savage like oh no Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes (no no no, no way) Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes (ah ah ah, no way) Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes (no way) Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes She wants a footballer or an entertainer Got a man, but always talks to different strangers Knows all the niggas that's famous with papers That weren't the plan, used to do ballet Now she's twerkin' on the 'gram She's a model on Insta, but just a hoe for my town And when her boyfriend went jail, she went holdin' him down She's only 21 turning 30 Had a bright future but grew up too early The average nigga don't stand a chance, just them high rollers She don't like boys her own age, only them fly olders In expensive clothes, don't get it twisted though Some of the coolest bitches I ever met was hoes She slept on him when he was on the strip selling deets Now he about to blow, she the same bitch on her knees Them hoes get round Know every man on the rap area Where they always pop out like an ad on the net Falling for these tings is a no no (no way) They will get you set up on a low low People wonder why I'm movin' so cold I know a ting that's movin' savage like oh no Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes (no no no, no way) Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes (ah ah ah, no way) Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes (no way) Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes He don't know what he wants, he's confused Wants to sell down or be a player, he can't choose Got all the bitches on him when he rolls through the zone But it's always a problem if she goes through his phone Cause she's gonna see all the hoes he's textin' Plus he's always sleepin' around with no protection Drives a nice car, looks like the niggas winnin' But he's got bad karma cause he's always trickin' women But she won't leave cause of his rep Looks fly, knows that he's bad for her, slept on those good guys As long as he's got his health and his wealth He don't care 'bout no one else but himself He's only concerned with sells But deep down he knows he can't go around hurting girls Some of these chicks will get you wrapped on the low And all these hoes never like to act like they're hoes Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes (ah ah ah, no way) Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes (no way) Don't trust these hoes Don't trust these hoes

The average person like Nard & B Gonna think this shit I'm talkin' bout made up or Make believe or some shit, Mut nah man, this my everyday life dawg Trenchwerk I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love At ten ain't know 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob So when I tell you this story know they not made up Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae yeah we made love It took eight months and couple weeks just to save up I told my mama go get it because she know I got it Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it We just extra flexin' (yeah) hundred racks on a necklace (ohh) First time I got booked in Houston sold out show in Texas (Sold out showing) I couldn't make no money off this at first this shit was stressful (At first it was) I was in these niggas face with my CD just like a freckle (aye) I was prolly leavin' the studio when they was on they way to breakfast When they was prolly goin' to sleep I was still up I was goin' extra Right before the new Walmart I was still on Gresham I told myself never fall off Quan you gotta do better I do this shit in real life nigga no make believe (no, no) I was broke as hell growin' up now fifty what I make week (yeah, yeah) Rich in spirit that the way to be (rich homie baby) These niggas cotton and I'm harder than 'em (that right too) It's copywritten cause I wrote it I'm the author nigga I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love At ten ain't no 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob So when I tell you these stories know they not made up Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae ya we made love It took eight months and a couple weeks just to save up I told my mama go get it because she know I got it Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it At the strip club we had day shows, Fift' thou on my bracelet, Eight months I was serving I swear we don't make without Tryna out ball my paper without Real life story not made up (nah) In high school fuckin' hoes by Stephenson out by Decatur (Fuck them hoes) Smokin' by the cafeteria back near the gyms Smokin' mid throwin' out the seeds and spittin' out the stems (Spittin' out the stems) Niggas tried to count me down so I had to bend the rim (I bent my act) I remember mama house recording no engineer (hey, hey) Remember when grandmama died it hurt couldn't shed a tear I swear I saw my mama cry didn't know there'll be better years (I love you mama) I try to put away my pride no middle face all my fears (Nah real talk man) We need a plate don't try to starve us Can't make this up when you the author (rich homie baby) I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love At ten ain't no 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob So when I tell you these stories know they not made up Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae ya we made love It took eight months and a couple weeks just to save up I told my mama go get it because she know I got it Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it Trenchwerk

We take you upside down, we take you upside down Always start once a visionary Why she never wanna listen to me Why I know if we don't give them for free Coz' this place still feels like prison to me Just the pride and I call my generation Refugee will all I get my vision I just wish how to change my situation Why did someone complicate the operation (1,2,3, go) Let me go, apologies I just wanna be, I just wanna be... Free Free I just wanna be Free Free (Two times) No more talking coz' your saying too much The people leavin' as away at a Dutch We gave them taxes, they don't pay us enough So many promises I've never been done I live a one to two to be walking alone By now you see my patiences is very low And try to save my heart which stopping wanting go I made mistakes, I never say that I don't (1,2,3, go) Let me go, (come-on) apologies I just wanna be I just wanna be free Free I just wanna be free (Oh yeah) Free (Oh-wah-oh, we oh) We running coz' we feel good (Oh-wah-oh, we oh) We running coz' we feel good (Oh-wah-oh, we oh) (Oh yeah) We running coz' we feel good (Oh-wah-oh, we oh) We running coz' we feel good We running coz' we feel good I just wanna be free I just wanna be free Free I just wanna be free (Oh yeah) Free I just wanna be free (Oh-wah-oh, we oh) We running coz' we feel good (Oh-wah-oh, we oh) I just wanna be free (Oh-wah-oh, we oh) We running coz' we feel good (Oh-wah-oh, we oh) I just wanna be free

Remember me (remember me) When the sun comes up in the morning sky There I will be (there I will be) Soaring with the eagle so high, feeling free Remember me Down the road Hand in hand You and me Remember me (remember me) When the sun comes up in the morning sky There I will be (there I will be) Soaring with the eagle so high, feeling free Remember me Down the road Hand in hand You and me Remember me (remember me) When the sun comes up in the morning sky There I will be (there I will be) Soaring with the eagle so high, feeling free Remember me Down the road Hand in hand You and me Remember me (remember me) When the sun comes up in the morning sky There I will be (there I will be) Soaring with the eagle so high, feeling free Remember me (remember me) Down the road Hand in hand You and me

It's Christmas day And the snow is comin' down Church bells sway They're ringin' to wake the town Preacher Kline recites his lines The pews will be full today Mr. Howell cranks up his plow His blades'll clear the way It's Christmas day And the pecan pies are bakin' Mothers say "It's the givin', not the takin'" My brother's brand new bicycle Is out janglin' in the street I watch him through the icicles With this wood box beneath my feet All I got is this little wood guitar What it brought is neon lights in crowded bars Like all the kings with all their gold Went chasin' down Your star, I'm told Every highway takes me where You are With this little wood guitar It's Christmas day Funny how the years can shape us Much has changed I'm a musician, I'm a waitress Chicago's a winter wonderland And my brother's and his wife's Passin' 'round their dinner plates And dissectin' my life All I got is this little wood guitar What it brought is neon lights in crowded bars Like all the kings with all their gold Went chasin' down Your star, I'm told Every highway takes me where You are With this little wood guitar I never stopped believin' I just kept on singin' Now people come to hear From miles around And I don't mind confessin' But I still count my blessin's I just never thought I'd settle down It's Christmas day And little ones are wakin' I hear them play I can hear the presents shakin' A boy's outside on his new bike Janglin' in the street A little girl, she's watchin' him With that wood box beneath her feet All she got is this little wood guitar What I thought is it might take her pretty far Like all the kings with all their gold Went chasin' down Your star, I'm told Every highway takes me where You are With this little wood guitar, little wood guitar