| After laughter, comes tears
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| After laughter, comes tears
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| Uh, Yeah
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| Shed tears for my niggas that perished
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| Sippin' red wine in Paris, get topped on a terrace
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| Spent a night on the carouse
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| These bitches flock when you wear it
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| Faggots knockin' your marriage
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| Then go and plot with a sheriff
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| Rats, blowin' kush in a Cubano Cigarillo
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| If the pussy good I let the bitch go buy a few stiletto’s
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| It’s the god, bon voyage niggas is frauds
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| You ain’t hard, I’ll pull up, take a shit in your yard
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| These faggots yappin' with the captain and Sarge'
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| The killas pull up with the straps and then they clap at your car
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| It’s a homicide, likely you traumatized
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| God bless the kid that really lived that shit that you personify
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| Started lord’s best work through a sonogram
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| Murder rappers, the Son of Sam
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| I put 'em under the sand, ugh
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| Niggas passing and we pour more beers
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| Still grieving so we pour more tears
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| What the fuck?
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| After laughter, comes tears
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| After laughter, comes tears
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| Yo, Yo, uh
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| Niggas forget to mention when you break em off with digits
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| Put 'em up in position, get 'em high as a ceilin'
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| I’mma chase the feelin'
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| And I won’t let up on these niggas till I count a million
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| I won’t be specific
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| See I came from the bottom I ain’t seen enough
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| Bitches further on my dick when I clean it up
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| This the mind call me 'papa' is you in or what?
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| I live the life that these niggas just wanna rap about
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| Haters fold like money and keep they hands out
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| I got niggas locked down tryna stand out
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| You said you bossed up my nigga whats your plan 'bout
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| Free all my niggas from them cells when I make it out
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| Seen a nigga shot dead in my younger years
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| So when I’m cryin' on a track, boy, these hunger tears
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| They sayin' Biggie is back but now he backpackin'
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| And if your soul is dead I get it back crackin'
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| After laughter, comes tears
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| After laughter, comes tears
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| Uh
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| Niggas kill and tat a tear on his face
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| And then appear at the wake
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| And hug his enemy’s mama and didn’t break, damn
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| I need the rake, the money and tractor
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| Snakes and the bitches with the fat ass tits and small waists
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| Baby girl just wanna be a Kardashian, I ain’t mad at them
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| Lames getting lost in that pussy just like a labyrinth
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| Girl, that shit hot, she probably burn down the Vatican
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| Lord Benton in that Benz wagon, looking ravishing, nigga
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| Cartier frames cover his pain
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| Bodies on that pistol, serial got scuffed from the paint
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| Another black death, heard he caught a slug to his brain
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| After his death, his brother wasn’t the same
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| Ain’t no love in this game
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| Cried so much he dried his tear ducts up
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| Now he want revenge, lurkin' with the AR tucked
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| It’s on sight, like Blaow, bout to spray y’all up
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| Ay why the devil always prey on us?
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| It’s more tears, nigga
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| After laughter, comes tears
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| After laughter, comes tears
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| (After laughter comes tears)
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| I’ll try to hold back my, my, my tears
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| But they keep saying
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| (After laughter comes tears)
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| After your laughter oh, oh, oh
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| I’ll try to hide, hide my sorrow
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| I wonder, can I hold them till tomorrow |