House In Virginia song by Tsu Surf from Primary Album Tsu-me. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, East Coast music. The Record company is unknown. Released on December 7, 2013.
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House In Virginia Meaning
| [[Intro] Karen been with Joe since she was younger, though (Tsu) House in Virginia Paint it so clear Picasso [Verse] See, Karen been with Joe since she was younger, though Down to ride, he wasn’t that nigga, but she loved him though Didn’t have the nicest whips and couldn’t cop a bungalow Had faith in him, knew that one day he would bubble though See, Joe was determined to make a flip Late baggin’, early trappin’, risked his freedom on the strip He had bills, wanted some new wheels and some other shit In a world for his girl, I think he did it for his bitch But Karen was tired, she had needs Where her heels? Where her bag? Wanted Giuseppe, wanted weave Five years of comin’, can’t tell him you wan’ leave Barely wanted to tell that man about his seed Abortion will play it strong Termination and don’t tell him, shit just kinda felt wrong But was she really able? Part time couldn’t cut it and Joe wasn’t stable And them grams on the table barely took care of the cable They say it’s supposed to be the perfect fable Joe was goin’ through a drought Like every time he pressed the gas a speed bump took him out Ain’t wanna borrow from his man Shit, the blocked fucked up, it’s like 40 for a gram Hated to see his boo stress Tryna stack a few pennies ’til he meet a new connect Karen and Mekka shoppin’, besties since 5th grade Roll dogs in high school, never ever split ways They only had one rule: you never let your bitch fade Mekka kept the mace close, Karen had the switchblade “What’s goin’ through your mind? You look sick Joe did it? I don’t know why you put up with this shit I’ma only keep it real, girl, listen to your bitch It’s a Paid in Full world and you deserve a Mitch Tall Kwah got these heels, I ain’t asked Just gave him a lil head, imagine I give him ass” Mekka was about hers, couple niggas smashed that But you know how the story goes, she yellin’ “Where the cash at?!” They went to leave, well, Karen wanted to leave She was just about to say it then got pulled by her sleeve “How you doin’? My name Kway Sorry for pullin’ on you, I seen you the other day On Bergen by the Halal and you was wearin’ grey But I won’t let you get away today” Said he won’t let her get away today Let her get away today “So let me get your number” “Nah, give me yours” She wasn’t a dummy nor no silly whore Never cheated, but you never say never What Joe don’t know won’t hurt him, it was time to do better See, Karen knew exactly who he was Kway from cross town, be gettin’ money, he blood Got an all black Range, act a dummy in the club Be fuckin’ with the dope and got his hands on the bud She seen him the other day, too But real bitches always play it cute “Make sure you use my number, Karen” “Aight, cool, I got you later, boo” Now, Kway headed to the trap, to the cash Ain’t really worried about nothin’, take a pull and he ash Go getter from way back, he got it from his Dad But fuck that, he thinkin’ ’bout light skin with the ass Had the hood since big homie got locked Was stackin’ double since his wifey got knocked Phone ring, “Who this?” “What’s up, Kway? It’s Pop Got your number last week, I be trappin’ by the shop” “Oh what up, Pop? Your older sister tells me cool things Heard you a trap star, and got a cool team Tell your whole squad it’s new management, a new team I’ma bring a chicken through, some biscuits, and a few wings But rule 1: don’t play with me, and rule 2: don’t owe me” Pop felt like he hit the jackpot Was thinkin’ about stacks, shit he couldn’t wait to tell the homie And weeks later, Joe and Karen in the bed She was layin’ on his chest, his hand goin’ through her hair “You good, bae?” She smiled Joe knew better though, think he was in denial “You know when I get right, we gon’ get right?” But Karen closed her eyes, bit her lip tight What happen when the gettin’ right ain’t gettin’ right? And she barely happy with the dick at night His phone rung, it was Pop Pop was Joe right-hand from the block “Ayy, what up though?” “Nigga we good” “What you talkin’ ’bout, nigga?” “Just meet me in the hood Matter of fact, throw somethin’ on, I’m comin’ down the hill Just met a new connect and shit ’bout to get real Would have told you last week but I wanted to seal the deal Just get ready, Cuz, I’ll be there in a lil” Karen phone vibrated when Joe’s did Luckily he got up, close shit It was Kway, they been textin’ for weeks Even paid her phone bill and Benihanas to eat LeBron, size 6, surprisin’ her with sneaks Hit the city for some drinks, she ain’t even let him beat “What you doin’? (Nothin’) So you free? (Yup) Well, throw somethin’ on, I’ma pick you up” Joe came in the room, “I’m ’bout to slide” Karen was gettin’ dressed, had to make up a lie And the lyin’ where it all start “Bae, I’m ’bout to run with Mekka out to Walmart” The horn beep, Joe hit the street (Yo) Tired of bein’ puzzled, Pop had the missing piece Drivin’ through the hood talkin’ bands Joe could only see millions while Pop told him ’bout the plan “And you know we need a new connect The nigga Kway from cross town, he got it on deck” Threw a brick up on his lap, deadass check Throwin’ them like hot cakes “We gon’ make that shit stretch” “More where that came from, let’s get it in That nigga want like 4 off of every 10″ (What? That’s it?) That nigga want like 4 off of every 10 “Man, that nigga want like 4 off of every 10” Bimmer pull up, that’s Kway shit From Karen room it look like a spaceship She wanna smell good, spray shit Black legging pants, Charles Barkley’s, the gray shit Small jacket, messy bun and her phone Take a selfie for Instagram and she gone See that’s probably when it happen But a picture worth a thousand words, add your own caption He push her against the wall, he aggressive Rippin’ on her V-neck, popped the new necklace Fuck it, he bought it, wanted her shit, he ain’t sweat it She tuggin’ on his Gucci belt, he unbutton her 7s That car ride happen fast, right? See, they was textin’ ’bout fuckin’ since last night She was screamin’ “Kway” while he hit it from the back Light skin, shit fat, he rather not wear a strap “Who pussy?” (Yours) Karen on all fours Joe callin’ her phone while she call the Lord (Hello?) And flip her over on the other side “Do what you want, Kway, just don’t cum inside!” Damn, it’s fucked up, ain’t it? Even the grass on the other side tainted A real picture, I just paint it I can’t tell you where to hang it Five months later felt like a long time Shit was straight for Joe, a long grind Early morning hunnit packs, all winter long johns 40K saved, 20 spent: that’s what I call grind Karen red bottom game tight Heels every other week for the wife and it was light Two, ten max, no keys, all white Pushin’ heavy weight, connect had niggas right Everything butter like Parkay They even moved a few Xs up the Parkway And Joe still be in the street, but When you gettin’ chips you can’t piss where you sleep Now let me tell you ’bout his joy Karen broke the news to him and he was havin’ a boy Wanted to name him Kobe or after his dad Yeah, after his dad, his dad Troy Now Pop and Joe was in the trap Watchin’ the lil homies finish up the packs All morning, coolin’, smoke a blunt and just rap How they started from the bottom, made somethin’ out of scratch Car pull up (Who this?), tinted, some gray shit Joe reach for the strap, Pop stop him, “Yo, that’s Kway shit” Kway hop out, lookin’ like he winnin’ Two chains, Rolex, Diddy bop, grinnin’ He was makin’ his rounds About to pick up 15 and drop off another pound Smooth like a breeze So as fast as you seen him be a fast as he leave And Joe was always strapped, Home Depot Look at Pop, “I forgot to ask, where you meet bro?” “Kway? Well you know my sister December? She was fuckin’ with him since as long as I remember” Then the feds hit the hood, ironic, ’02 December Did a super mean bid, some high max in Virginia Remember I told you December gettin’ paid? Ten bands a month, mall trips for days (Yeah, I remember that) I swear that nigga Kway Paid her off a 100 stacks and gave my sister AIDS” “Word? That’s crazy bro”] |
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This lirics prodiucer by Rich The Ruler.
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House In Virginia lyrics song is written by Rich The Ruler & Tsu Surf
