Sherman - Dear Me lyrics

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Sherman - Dear Me lyrics

Chorus: Dear me dear me dear dear me is they looking for me the last murder words Verus: Uh birth buy alethea raise buy the huslta Don't lift weight but I go rum when it comes to that work American muscle Dark shades keep the hatters off me And the guap keep the b**hes on me Gift like the day of Christmas A imma dog and my girl her explicit And they say I spit from my vains well vice verser I leave blood on ur Outfit I'm such a young Ceo I'm all bout a dollar man they can't coast with sherman They buns be wanting walk with sherman If u pimpin u know the game pimp holla I ball harder then any baller I say f** ur sister and ur mother and throw up a mind finger to ur father And me on that papper harder then pen out the ink I go rude bets to believe The only trust her get is days on the bed animal pit fight I cruel her and Figure And for u lame as dudes them my lines ring on ringers while catchin her in A mood swing I'm sumthin to they Virgina marry Ha Two street signs forever will I remain that And I'm only 20 so Define me as rest on nife who is that now let's bring Air Jordan 9 on me in the usa Look her call me the money man got get money man I only see her when I want our relationship is a one stand Rep party on the beach her put it on I'm bang in that a** affliaied as them Soldier over sea in the usa They say he got rhyme they say he got flow well her like Sherman whateva These gossip groups call me Sherman up in here that's sh** they dint like f** with me wrong shugu night (Stop beat) and them jurssjc guns give you a jussic straring role to the Emergency room like chris pratt And man that's addictict to her smoking body and kitte cat And yea can't you tell sr don't care Dark shades for the hater so I can't see in my rear barely Keep it real with my swagger don't jump the pa** broom please sorry honey I Been treasury department marry How sweet I'm going out I'm talking take care but now aint nuffun was the Same And two p**y cherry o don't speak on I'm like f** it and imma bad mother f**er the man of the year He denfinly aint in this world imma bout auto not rappin b**h and rappun Bout b**h Imma k**ing like all mobster know I give out d**h wishes But let me get back business at hand A devil in a dress and if she sleeping on me I put put her fire out storm The weather make it rain on the ladies on camera action I cut with her to The marriot us call that booking but I bag her like macys uh Chorus: Dear me dear me dear me dear me is they looking for me the last murder Words was