Miss You lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
I miss you like I miss the dead homies
'Cause when I brought you out to Texas, that was real money
Put the telly in your name, she'll never act funny
She always kept a thang on her, if it got funky
And now the b*tch gone, she don't wanna be a ho
Square n*gga wifed her up, you know how that sh*t go
Gotta play [?] pimpin [?] f*ck her [?]
Cali plays got them choosing, when I'm in and out of state
Stay away from [?] lame n*ggas who be fake
Couple hoes, 20 toes, like you know I never play
Too caught up in my ways, so you know I never quit
Posted on 5th, with the gangstas and the pimps
P. Worthy, Conway, n*gga, you know what it is
Domo in this b*tch, Alc, we getting rich
Thinking 'bout them days when I ain't even had a cent
Rest in peace the real ones, [?]
n*gga know I do it, gotta do it for [?]

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Eh yo, I put that on the squad, when I'm behind this wall
You keep that money on the phone, excepted every call
18 months in the county, baby, that sh*t ain't long
Don't give them f*ck n*ggas none of my pus*y while I'm gone
I miss the way that pus*y feel, I miss the taste of it
Ass fat like them b*tches that's in the straight stunting
I ain't trippin, all I got is another 8 months
Then I'm walking up out of this b*tch, and then we straight f*cking
Beat it on the stairs, like I'm tryna break something
Legs pinned up in the air, you can't escape from it
I ain't f*cking with them b*tches this time, I ain't fronting
I know I said that sh*t before, but that ain't nothing
You believe me, right?
Right?
Said you believe me, right?
How you don't believe in me?
b*tch, you believe in Jesus, right?
You heard what I said