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No Time For Parties
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Craig Marvann Simon
Craig Marvann Simon
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I already learned how to fight so I just pick my tool up I remember hating my life just wanting to shoot my schools up Man that's extra man you Wildn yeah that's me Who next up Oh it's him no it's him Bitch it's He Getting money I'm too turnt bitch I'm too geeked up Remember I had 3 pairs now I walk in different sneakers Try to catch me slipping I got Foe so you can't sneak up I ain't trynna to stop just for no photos I got meetings Baby is you trynna slide to me Well it depends Is u trynna let me stay over fa the weekend But no drinking Just some food and a blunt I swear I'm feening I'm not the same me that you knew bitch I'm a demon Gone have to drag me out this booth cause I'm so deep in These verses she want my heart open on a goddamn beat so I gave it to her One thing I'll never do is fold my mom ain't raise a loser You'll only see me hurt when I'm rappin my pain on computers I will never pop a xan that shit will make you stupid Not even Adderall Gotta keep my focus up until my time fall She told me please don't go I said I'm sorry Just trynna stack my bread up dont got no time fa parties I said pardon me and called myself a Uber Pulled out my phone somebody talking on computers But I don't really give a fuck until they pull up Oh wait they pulled up Defensive rounds gon make sure that he never do nun Tell me why niggas don't be thinking that I'm tooled up Getting money Im too turnt bitch I'm too geeked up Remember I had 3 pairs Now I walk in different sneakers Try to catch me slipping I got Foe so you can't sneak up I ain't trying to stop just for no photos I got meetings Baby is you trynna slide to me Well it depends Is u trynna let me stay over fa the weekend But no drinking Just some food and a blunt I swear I'm feigning I'm not the same me that you knew bitch I'm a demon Feel like the people closest to me The only ones who lied to me I made my plate now everybody want a bite from me They say they love me but I bet they'll never fight fa me They try to see what changed it's the fact that I never had that light on me Shining through the rain now different bitches wanna grind on me I swear they all the same They switch up quickly then they follow me I done played this game I hope you know you ain't no wife to me Because I know you'll never slide for me die for me cry for me lie for me neither Before you die to bullet Hope you die to these speakers Because I know and you know that I'm quick to let it blow on anyone talk to me tweakin Because I know and you know that I'm quick to let it blow on anyone who talk to me tweakin And I know that Foeshow is on go to unload
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