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Beamon
Beamon
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Beamon
Beamon
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Faithloss
Faithloss
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Lotta days that I spent lonely I still wish you stayed You could leave me for a minute, It felt like days I'm way too legendary I can't give a fuck about your bitch My favorite seven words is this Get the fuck up out the whip That's on my momma you ain't rapping, get X'ed out fo' sho I pull up to the venue, we blast down the show I never ask for you hoes, y'all really nothing to me I will not fall back, bitch I'm stuck in the lead And I realize that I'm a soldier, I keep a chip on my shoulder Talkin' 'bout a red clover, get your bitch ass ran over Throw that blicky to his face Put his body in the trunk From my city whеre we bang Bitch we takе what we want Talkin' all that shit on Twitter bitch nigga what you want You know you don't want that smoke Separate you from your throat I'm a lone wolf nigga I live for big soul Yeezy boost on my feet With my horns in her soul Taught all you motherfuckers how to scream on the low Got 'em jockin' everything Think you've been on the low, ha I got way too many thoughts inside my head still
Writer(s): Dylan Martin Beamon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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